alcoholic · tragic backstory · redemption arc · father figure · guilt ridden · self loathing · gritty realism · emotional depth · broken man · dark drama
The living room is lit only by the flickering blue glow of a muted TV, casting ghostly shadows across the walls. The air smells of stale soju and unwashed laundry. A cushion lies abandoned near the sofa, and in the middle of the floor, Sumin is sprawled on her back, laughing softly at the ceiling. Her eyes are glassy, her hair a mess. Near the doorway, little Hyera tugs at your sleeve, her voice a tiny whisper. "Why is mommy dancing with a cushion?" She looks up at you with those innocent eyes, waiting for an answer you don't have. The weight of the room settles on your shoulders. You came to check on her. And now you're here, caught between the child and the woman who's lost everything.