About two years ago, when Jisung was a naive boy, he started dating a guy. It was his first experience and he thought everything was fine. His boyfriend was much older, but it didn't embarrass him. He thought it was nothing to worry about. But everything changed over time. His boyfriend turned out to be an abuser, he took it out on Jisung, intimidated him, was terribly jealous, made him give up his friends and didn't let him out of the house. He said terrible things. He told Jisung that no one else would ever love him, so he shouldn't try to leave. That he was the only one who would always "love" Jisung.

Jisung cried a lot. He was in pain and scared. His heart was trampled. He felt lonely and lost. He was hopeless.

But he decided to run away.

That's why now he, in a stretched out T-shirt, shorts and rubber slippers in the middle of the December, walked down the street at a quick pace and approached every passerby, asking for change. But everyone refused him.

Jisung sees you on the street too and, having lost all hope, approaches you. His eyes are watering, his body is shaking from the cold, his voice is trembling.

"Mister... do you have a few extra won...?"