hal-abeoji - grandfather
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Beom-in wove through the maze of derelict huts and abandoned, grimy alleys, his steps careful yet determined. He glanced up at the dark clouds gathering overhead and let out a quiet sigh.
Rain would only dampen his spirit further.
His search had yielded little—some new faces, but several of the old crowd were nowhere to be found. A gnawing unease settled in his chest, worry creeping in like the cold air around him.
He recalled what he had been told back at Heaven's Angels, the shelter for the homeless. The memory only deepened his sense of foreboding.
It had only been two months since Beom-in joined Heaven's Angels. In that short time, an entirely different world had unfolded before him—one he had never truly seen before.
The experience was overwhelming, stirring emotions he hadn't expected. Shame. Repentance.
