11 years after returning to Korea, my dad vanished.
In front of Iso, who was huddled together with nowhere proper to rest,
appeared a man forbidden. Bearing every negative rumor imaginable.
However—
"Will you be my friend, you?"
Right now, we recognized each other's same wings.
"My name is, Yoon Iso……."
Believing we must share the exact same wings.
"Choi Jaeha."
"……."
"Call me Jaeha."
We didn't know that that moment was our last chance to escape.