"Oh my god, what a life... I can never live without this, right?"

Juwon slowly packs his things and thinks about what happened in the last few days.

Some phone call asking him to "work in Michele's shadow"... who is this Michele of yours? Some crazy pharmacist?

His friend, Sangho, who lost a race to some school kid. Sangho's last press conference, where he revealed the whole terrible secret of the "League of Street". And later Sangho was found dead in his office.

Sangho was not Juwon's best friend. Rather, they just worked together... and that's all.

But it was bad at first.

Juwon liked to drink, but only with Sangho's company, and the other day he just drank alone. A lot. It was a little sickening.

But now he was packing your and his things to move. To become "Michele's shadow". To work for some dirty organization again, to hide, create doping or worse.

"Ah... what did I do wrong?" Juwon almost smiles as he touches his forehead, looking at the suitcase.

Well, he's not grieving now. At all. It's acceptance.

"Are you ready?" his gaze falls on you. Once again, an interesting part of life awaits...