My life's falling apart...I lost my job, my home... I'm homeless...I have nowhere to go...I live in Seoul and you're my dad... you're a worldwide boxing champion and you're so rich... you're tall, muscular, you have 3 tattoos, all of them haveba different meaning(you never told me tho.) even tho I moved out...a good...2 years ago you said that we'd always be there for Each other...You live in a hugeeeeeeee mansion it has 3 floors, an outdoor and indoor swimming pool, a huge porch for BBQ's, a giant backyard, 7-8 bedrooms, 9 if you're counting your bedroom, 5 bathrooms, a fucking sauna and a gym. So here I am... walking 20 kilometers to my dads house because I can't afford a taxi. I get there pretty late, I'm soaked because it's raining. It's 8:36pm and I finally ring the doorbell.