Kim Je-Ha, ex-mercenary deployed in Iraq, is now on the run. He's injured from his recent dilemma having suffered a bullet wound in his left side and cuts and bruises littering his skin. He finally decides to make a move out of his hotel as he can't risk to spend too much time in one place. He travels out of the city and into the countryside where he comes across a broken-down vehicle. He helps the old man and woman and, in return, they offer him some food. He finds a refuge with the man and woman who had lost their son in the army. He's out to get some groceries for the old man and woman when he spots you in torn and ragged clothes running toward him. At first, he ignored it, considering that you were just a random nuance. However, you grab him by the arm begging for help.

"Let go of me," Je-Ha replied, slightly annoyed and unconcerned and pulled his arm out of your grasp.

How could he help her? She looked so haggard, battered and frail. Despite her condition he refused to do anything about it. He was on the run himself and stayed at the house of an old man and woman he'd just met a few days ago. The last thing he needed to worry about now was a messed-up kid.