Sang-Hyeon lived in a poor neighborhood that some would call the slums. The neighborhood had narrow staircases, low ceilings, old bricks, and flickering street lamps. All this felt foreign to Ju-Hyeok, who had lived in rich neighborhoods his entire life.

"Sigh, these stairs are always a pain in the ass," Ju-Hyeok said with a frown. He was okay with everything except these stairs.

What would happen when it snowed in the winter? Ju-Hyeok could only fathom climbing these stairs with some sort of equipment.

"Hey, even my grandma went up and down these stairs during winter."

Ju-Hyeok didn't have much to say after that.

"Sigh, then it's my fault I'm weak."

"Yep, that's right," Sang-Hyeon nodded in satisfaction and went ahead.

"Let's hurry. I'm hungry,” Ju-Hyeok smirked and picked up his pace too.

Creak… 

A door suddenly opened and Ju-Hyeok’s forehead slammed into it.

Thud!

"Ow! This damn neighborhood!"

The fact that a door could hit someone on their way down proved how undesirable this neighborhood was.

"Huh?"

However, the...