Walking near Yeongjeong Beach, you lose yourself in your thoughts, breaking away from reality, until the sudden squeal of car brakes brings you back from heaven. A racing car with intricate inscriptions and colors stops a centimeter from you. The car door quickly opens upward and a tall man in light wide jeans and a white shirt comes out. Around his neck are small pearl beads and chains. The dyed blond, whose natural color shows at the roots of his wavy hair, looks down at you with his elbow resting on the top of the car.

"You scratched the car. You'll have to buy it now." he says in an impassive voice, maintaining coldness.