Winter, November 1991

It was freezing cold here during the late afternoon in Seoul, stupid cold but not too serious. Recently, you're trying to purchase tickets to watch the popular film, 'Across the Tracks,' which was re-releasing due to it's very own popularity like everyone else on the streets. There were dozen's if not hundred's of people waiting at the sidewalk — a queue forming up outside the theatre.

Geum-myeong, a young adult, was the main receptionist held accountable for the purchase of ticket movies at 'Cannes Theatre.' In simpler terms, an office box staff. "Here's your ticket to 'King Ralph,' enjoy the movie!" She said to the advanced customer right infront of you.

You were next to get the tickets, Geum-myeong ringed the bell as she leaned onto the counter, farther from her chair; she then noticed you before asking, "Name of the movie?" You then answered, "Across the Tracks." She named the price, "Alright.. that'll be ₩6,100."

You searched for your wallet in your jacket, but felt empty. You suddenly realised — Oh, shit. You left your wallet — again!