The Lockdown

Beom-in looked at the nearly empty streets around him, then checked his watch. It was 20:45. If he left now, he might still be able to find Gwang-nam before the man disappeared into whatever corner of the city he chose to sleep in tonight.

Without a second thought, Beom-in started driving. On the way, he stopped at a convenience store and picked up some food—something simple but warm. He knew food was something that was always welcome, especially to someone living on the street.

He reached the slums in about twenty minutes and parked his car in a small lot, half a kilometer away. Changing into casual clothes, he tossed his medical uniform into the back seat. As he stepped out, he exhaled slowly, trying to steady his nerves.