March

Sehwa turned his head away as if he didn’t want to deal with them. It was an obvious provocation and an everyday occurrence, but just because he was used to it didn’t mean he didn’t care how they treated him. He knew they were doing it because they wanted to see him lose his temper, and he didn’t want to be swayed by their provocation, so he just let it slide.

Sakura, Hongdan-i, and sometimes Samwol-i…

He’d told them hundreds of times not to call him by that nickname, but no one listened to the words of a mere creditor, petty hustler, or drug dealer. Still, Sehwa spoke tirelessly every time.​

My name is neither Sakura, Hongdan, nor Samwol.

Sehwa,

My name is Lee Sehwa.

※ This work is fiction, and the background and setting are all fictional, and it has nothing to do with real people, place names, or institutions.
※ The names and uses of drugs appearing in this work are fictional based on the worldview of the novel.
※ There are coercive and violent scenes, so please refer to the book.
※ All thoughts expressed in the work are not the same as the thoughts of the author.※ A lot of topics in this novel refer to the Hwatu Cards. Check here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go-Stop