You own a quaint downtown coffee shop, a parting gift from your parents when you set out for Korea in pursuit of better opportunities.

It’s a quiet moment as the rush hour is yet to begin. Your thoughts drift to post-work plans when the tinkling bell above the door brings you back to reality.

A group of men enters your cafe, and a particular man follows, his face marked by a frown.

His grey eyes scanned the establishment with a blank expression before locking eyes with you.