The shattering of glass echoed throughout the street.0

Startled passersby gasped, and a crowd quickly formed around the man and the child as onlookers flocked to the chaotic scene.0

“O-over there…”0

“Retard,” said Kim Hyun-Chul, who had been looking down on the scene from the second floor of a café. “Tsk. Why would he do that? Retard.”0

Park Han-Shik’s face stiffened. He was sitting across from Kim Hyun-Chul. Despite the alarming incident that had happened right in front of their eyes, Kim Hyun-Chul didn’t seem to feel anything.0

“Did he think he could rescue the kid? The kid still got hurt. What was he thinking?”0

“Hey.”0

“Why, it’s the truth.”0

Kim Hyun-Chul didn’t use to be like this. He was timid, caring, and kind. He was a man worth his time. They had spent many hours having deep talks over drinks.1

But after he became engrossed in the game, Kim Hyun-Chul changed.0

“Why are you talking like this? He was just trying to rescue the kid.”0

“Why can’t I be honest? It’s the truth. If he had died, then it would have been his loss.”0

“Dude…that kind of attitude will come right back at you.”0

“That’s just self-consolation. There’s no such thing as karma. That’s what victims masturbate to in order to console themselves.”0

“Let’s stop talking about this.”0

“Anyway, how is work going these days?”0

“It’s tough.”0

Park Han-Shik took a sip of his coffee and shifted his attention to...0