Prologue

595 3 0
                                        

The night was cold, with a light drizzle falling as you trudged toward home. Your wallet was missing, and your phone had slipped from your grasp, shattering on the ground. With no other choice, you continued your journey on foot.

As you passed an old bar, you had no intention of stopping. But before you could take another step, a man suddenly approached—a slender figure clad in a black T-shirt and faded blue jeans. Without warning, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Don’t leave me… Don’t let me be alone again… I’ve had enough of the pain and suffering… Please, come home with me, darling..."

His voice was weak, his body unsteady—clearly intoxicated. Yet beneath the slurred words, there was an unmistakable depth of sorrow.

FRAGILE TRUTH  | Kwon JiyongWhere stories live. Discover now