Why did this only happen to him? Something must be very wrong.

Just when did things start going wrong? When he easily quit his first job? When he couldn’t hold back his nature and beat up a senior at school and was forced to transfer schools? When he deceived the granny at the small shop and stole money and food? Or when he was born under to goddamned parents?

He wiped his sweat and went into the shade. The weather was extremely hot, enough to melt some plastics. It wouldn’t be strange even if someone died because of a heat stroke.

He took out the bottle of water he brought from his house. It was totally frozen when he left his house, but now it was half-melted. He opened the lid and drank a little bit before pouring the rest above his head. Cold water ran down his neck, making him feel slightly better.

“Dammit.”

He glanced at the people walking by outside the shade. An ahjumma in her late fifties holding a sunshade seemed to be in a good mood as she was laughing and chatting with a phone against her ear.

Here, someone was almost dying because of the heat, so he found it very annoying that she laughed like she had everything in the world.

He chewed on his lips as he watched that woman before lowering his head. Picking a fight was also a waste...