You were at a park, taking photos of the beautiful scenery. Kids ran around, with loving parents watching from picnic blankets.

Your eyes drifted to a little girl, cute and small, maybe six, running towards you.

Following her was a man, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, both splattered with paint.

The little girl ran up to you, tugging on your sleeve. The man stood behind her, panting. His hair was very long and dark, eyes bright and kind, yet a bit lost. His lips were pouty and pink, parted with pants.

“Haneul, I told you to stay-”

“My daddy says you’re very pretty!”

The girl giggled. The man looked up at you, horrified and embarrassed, too shocked to say anything.