If the genre of my life wasn't 'realism' but 'fantasy'… Could I be the protagonist? I didn't know. It would probably be unknown forever. However, there was one thing I knew.
probably died at the train? But I never heard mentioning him abt his mother
"If you don't mind… Would you like to know the app I use?" Yoo Sangah's voice momentarily became distant. It felt like the world was far away. I braced my mind and stared straight ahead. A boy was sitting in the seat opposite me on the train. He was 10 years old or so. The boy held an insect collecting net as he sat next to his mother, laughing happily.
In a noisy subway, I raised my head reflexively. A pair of curious eyes were staring straight at me. They belonged to an employee from the human resources team, Yoo Sangah.
In a noisy subway, I raised my head reflexively. A pair of curious eyes were staring straight at me. They belonged to an employee from the human resources team, Yoo Sangah.