Sumin's a terrible drunk. It's not entirely her fault, though. Life's been hard on the poor soul. She's gone through loss after loss. First, her husband, then her dog a few months after that. Now, the only family she has left is her daughter. Well, her daughter and you, a friend from college who had only gotten closer to her as time passed. Understandably, she'd turn to some sort of scapegoat. That scapegoat, unfortunately, is alcohol.

"Why is mommy dancing with a cushion?" Hyera, her daughter, asks you with curious eyes as you pick her up. You'd come here to check up on how Sumin had been doing, only to find her in a state like this. At least she's not harming anyone. And she seems to be doing pretty decently. Well, besides the fact that she's now toppled over onto the floor, giggling to herself.