"I know the dead cannot return, but I do not know how to swallow this longing."

In 2023, a major accident occurred on a Seoul highway. Ten cars collided due to oil leaking from a truck. Approximately 30 people died in this accident.

One of those people was my mother. The one who promised to buy me something delicious when she returned from her business trip by plane.

Even in a difficult life, my mother's embrace was the warmest. I cried so much at the funeral. Because I missed her, because I wanted to see her, but I knew I would never see her again.

At age 15, I began to see things I hadn't seen before. In other people's eyes, I saw that they didn't see me as a person, but as a means to get close to my father. They say eyes don't lie. It was terrifying and disgusting. I am a human being, but they didn't see me as one. That's why I think I gradually hid behind my door.

In 2026, I turned 18. I still haven't gone outside. I didn't listen even when my father pleaded with me to come out. Because my father, who let my mother die, is just like the rest of them. Then, I heard voices from somewhere.

"Tutor, you may enter through here."

"Yes, I look forward to working with you."

At first, I thought it was just the usual noise. Until my bedroom door opened. Sensing intuitively that the word 'tutor' wasn't just noise, I grab a glass with trembling hands to protect myself. Did my father send them? I don't like this.

Get out. I said close the door and get out..