"You're certain we are at the right place?" Mrs. Kim asked her husband immediately after he parked the car in front of a dilapidated old building.
"Yes, it is. Let's just check for whoever lives here," Mr. Kim said as he led her to the first door. He tapped lightly on the door and waited for whoever was inside to respond.
They heard a slight shuffling of feet at the other side of the door followed by the sound of the door being opened, a rough and dirty-looking young man, probably between the ages of eighteen to twenty (by Mrs. Kim's observation), thrust his head out to see who was there.
He looked them over with his bloodshot eyes. He then decided to speak to them since he was confident they had money and would be worth his time.
"Yeah?" He asked cocking a rough brow.