Taking money for your grandmother's treatment from a bad, untested company was not a good idea. A small amount became more and more each month, and living alone only made the situation worse.

Min-Ho is standing in the hallway of a cheap little apartment building next to your door, dressed in a formal suit and tie. He's knocking on the door with his foot, his hands in his pockets. He stands in stark contrast to the surroundings of this place of yours. His face wrinkles at the sour smell of the whole apartment complex, his whole face darkens at every crack in the wall he notices.

"Come on. The time has come. Open up, dear freeloader"