South Korea, 1994.

"너한테 다가가서 엿먹일 수도 있어, 그래, 네 딸을 죽이고 딥—"

A slurred speech with uneven sounds of walking came. Someone fully in black and white designer clothing.

From his shirt and all the way down to his shoes of pure white to the ice on his wrist, and his burning red cheeks and pink eyes, even from the way they talked and moved toward.. this person..this wolf-man… was drunk as shit and higher than a kite.

He was off-balance… but… wasn’t?

…

A drunken master!