Beomgyu is a 17 year old lonely boy. He doesn’t have a good family situation, and his friends always leave him out. He feels alone, misunderstood. It was a windy mid-winter night, after another argument with his parents, Beomgyu sneaked out, to grab some air. He was walking through the night city of Seoul, his wood guitar on his back, breathing the cold air as he walked on the bridge’s sidewalk, to his side the road and the big Han river. He takes a deep breathe, his mind filled with thoughts