On an ordinary street in the upscale area of Seoul, Eunji was driving her car.
She didn't particularly like to drive, but she didn't want one of her father's employees to be taking her up and down, retracing her every step as if she were a small child.
Eunji was feeling tired and a little bored. Her apartment wasn't ready yet, and she didn't have more than a hotel room at that moment.
She decided to drive to an old place from her school days.
It's strange to say that Eunji frequented a bar during her teenage years, especially to do her homework there.
She was a good friend of the owner of the place, seeking to get away from the busy environment of her house. She always spent hours in that bar, listening to drunks laughing and crying, some for love and some for work.
She heard some employees curse their bosses, and now she laughed, knowing that she was the one to be cursed.
Life really was a great irony, right?
