Arriving at the Supermarket shelter, the scene is truly grim and disheartening. Their once-sturdy barricades lie in ruins, reduced to mere piles of rubble and debris. The ground is littered with the injured and the fallen, their cries of pain and anguish filling the air. The shelter, which had previously served as a secure refuge for its inhabitants, now stands visibly battered and vulnerable, its walls bearing the scars of the recent attack.
Joon-ho and I carefully navigate through the chaos, making our way to where Lee sits, his shoulders slumped under the weight of the tragedy that has befallen his people. As we sit down beside him, I look directly into his eyes, my voice filled with genuine concern as I ask, "Do you need any support?"
