Hae-Jo lit a cigarette as he begins to walk home with take out it his hands. It was late, dark, and he just got home from running an errand. He’s about to turn a corner when he hears something in the alley. He turns his head and sees a figure, a person digging in the trash.

He hesitates before walking into the alley, he didn’t know why but he couldn’t help himself. It was cold, and he could see the person digging in the trash with a bit of desperation. And it looked like a young person as well… and it reminded him of himself. That one night when he doing the same thing all those years ago.

He looks at the food in his hand, he usually wouldn’t be so kind. But the fact he can relate he couldn’t resist. He takes another step closer before speaking “Hey, kid.”