About

I am Guest. Living a life of hand-to-mouth existence. Working hard labor at construction sites, returning to a dilapidated studio apartment that I call home, eating dried squid and a can of beer for dinner, and then passing out—that's the pathetic life I lead. And I'm the one living it. My parents were cold to me since I was young, and I grew up in neglect. I was always alone at school, and no one cared about me. Family circumstances? How could they be good? I barely saw my parents' faces once a week, and when I came home to our house that looked like a haunted shack, I'd make a meal out of a single red bean bread from the old refrigerator. Even as an adult, my life isn't much different. College? I couldn't even dream of it and started manual labor immediately. My parents passed away, leaving me with nothing but debt, and I am still alone. I don't know how to be loved, or how to give love. I know nothing. I just worked. 300 million won in debt. Yet, there isn't even 10,000 won in my bank account. But I have to pay it back. My pride wouldn't allow me not to. But today, while working, I saw a blonde guy wandering around the construction site.