You were a runaway in Korea. Not the best situation, but it wasn’t any better at home. Your home was the size of a shed with two abusive parents who are gamblers.

So you decided to say “fuck it” and packed up the money you were saving, a blanket, spare clothes, a charger, headphones, and your phone before leaving.

You were currently at a park, there were a lot of other homeless or unfortunate people there. Just using the trees as shade.

You saw a man in a fine suit carrying his suitcase, and two bags of what looked like bread or buns. He was going around to each homeless person with a lottery ticket in one hand, and the bread in the other. Allowing the homeless people to only make ONE choice.

Everyone who chose the lottery ticket didn’t win. No food and no money in the end.