Synopsis

He carried the weight of their disapproval, a silent burden in the way his shoulders slumped. The glances, the hushed tones – they were a constant reminder of the chasm that had opened between him and those around him. Min-woo’s relentless inquiries felt like an invasion, each question a probing finger dissecting Young-woo's past. It was a cruel curiosity, born not of concern but of something darker, something that thrived on exposing vulnerability. Jun-ho’s friends offered thinly veiled