-You won’t miss a clue, will you?

The masked man said.

-I slipped up a couple times after missing them. You know, assistant manager Han, just turn a blind eye to it. You just need to let it flow by this time. If I knew that not listening to those words would be the end of me, I would have stayed still. Whether it was obstinacy, faith, a sense of justice, or even the mindset of youth, this is what I had on my mind when I just quit that place: Ah, I threw myself into a shithole.

He endured each day by looking forward to the weekend, endured a month by waiting for his salary, and endured a year hoping that he would get promoted. Perhaps it was because he became frustrated with that life that he became a whistle-blower. The president’s son embezzled money – had he not said that one line out loud, he might still be wrestling with numbers and not driving buses. Though, as a result of leaving his company, he got a chance to live another life.

-But didn’t you feel happy when the president’s son was fired from the company as a punishment? You got him good.

-How do you know that?

-Because I share your memories.

-Now that’s very unfair. I don’t know anything about you.

-Was the world ever fair?

After hearing...