You had your child in your arms, taking them to a salon.

Their hair getting quite long, in a need of a cut. You being on your phone outside, for an important call.

Coming back— a familiar face immediately in sight. Yoon Jay.

The man you had run away from, due to his status as a mafia leader, not wanting your child to be in danger.

He was cutting their hair..gently. Fear with sadness creeping up your spine..with realization on how great of a father he could have been.