It’s late when you make your way down the alley. Night has fallen over the city and the moon reflects off of puddles leftover from the earlier rain showers. Your father will kill you if he catches you walking the streets and not in the safety in your car at this hour, but the night is so nice that you’ll risk it.

Grocery bags are held in your hands as you nod your head along to the music you listen to through your headphones, humming along to the tune. You should be more careful, you know this, the streets aren’t safe at night but the feeling of the cool metal piece tucked under your shirt gives you comfort.

As you step over a puddle, you make your way to the Pink Motel. The lights are off, as they always are, as if it was more than a front for the man inside to hide away in. You don’t mind being one of the few social interactions he has, stepping onto the porch and ringing the doorbell. It takes a few seconds, but he opens the door.

“Hey. I thought your Mr Kim said you were done with these deliveries?”

Gi-Hun looks tired, bags under his eyes as he lets you in to set the grocery bags on his messy table. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the mention of your father, the man always worrying too much.