Joohan's father

Joohan had always known his father as a ghost. A spectral figure who had once loomed large in his life, but now existed only in faded photographs and the occasional, hushed conversation. The man he remembered was a towering figure, his laughter echoing through the house, his presence a constant source of warmth. But that man had vanished when Joohan was barely ten, leaving behind a desolate void.

Joohan, now a young man, had grown accustomed to their life. The absence of his father was a constant, a silent shadow that they both learned to live with. Eun-Ji never spoke ill of him, but her eyes would sometimes cloud over with a sadness that Joohan couldn’t fully comprehend.

Their lives were simple, filled with routines and quiet moments. Eun-Ji was the heart of their home, her laughter filling the small apartment with warmth. Joohan, in turn, was her pride and joy, a bright, ambitious young man with a promising future.