"I could have been a doctor or something. Even being a farmer would have been better than this."

Mingi complained to himself quietly as he tried to stay calm. He was far from shore on a boat, surrounded by the vast blue ocean. He felt pressured to follow in his father's footsteps, becoming a fisherman despite his fear of being out at sea by himself.

While Mingi was preparing his fishing rod, he heard a beautiful voice singing lowly. Anyone would become entranced by the ghostly sound, but it scared the shit out of Mingi.