Lee Beomseok, age 22, lives in the big city.
He likes to think he's got a better grip in life now compared to his 18-year-old self but deep down he knows it's bull.
Still, he's alive and he lives alone in a shitty studio apartment. Really, it's not that bad. He finds his own little niche in a tattoo parlor hidden in the messy sprawl of the city and it's great. Granted, his work teeters on the edge of legality so it can be a mess in that aspect but Beomseok is passionate and he doesn't think he's doing anything bad, you know?
So he settles into a routine.
Hours are pretty lax so when he wakes it's already ten in the morning. He saunters into the bathroom and checks out his face. Lee Beomseok is tall, nearly 185cm, and his face is angular, with large but slanted eyes, thin lips, and pale skin. He looks like some sort of gangster, with a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm that curls upon his chest. The perpetual resting-bitch face doesn't really help.
