Chapter 1
To live a lifeāand to grow olderāmeans that the things you want to do gradually slip farther away, while the things you have to do keep piling up.
For the sake of doing what had to be done, the man woke up early as always and boarded public transportation packed with people.
āGood morning.ā
āHello.ā
Although everyoneās faces were bright with smiles, the greetings were little more than formalities. After taking his seat, the man opened the notebook where he had listed everything he needed to do that day.
[Kim Sumiāloan screening]
[Call regarding Park Sang-cheolās overdue payment]
[Park Mun-seongāoverdue payment reminder ā ]
āHey, Manager Kim. Is something wrong? You look gloomy.ā
Whatās wrong?
Kim Si-min gave the senior team leader who had spoken to him an awkward smile.
āNo, nothingās wrong. I was just thinking that today is going to be another tough one.ā
Eight years in banking.
During all those years of meeting customers and handling and managing loans, he had become exhausted in more ways than one.
Having to smile and pretend everything was fine even when it wasnāt, and having to respond positively to whatever customers saidāworking in a service job was anything but easy.
There were plenty of people who thought, āBut donāt you get a high salary?ā
A high salary, my ass.
It didnāt matter how much he earned. His bank balance still ended up in the red by payday.
And when the economy was struggling like it was these days, there were plenty of business owners going under.
Listening to their stories while simultaneously pressuring them for payment according to the bankās rules was even harder.
āNo, fuck! Do you know how long Iāve been doing business with Daehan Bank and how much money Iāve dealt with through you guys? Iāve kept you people fed for over twenty years! And you think you can treat me like this? Have I ever missed an interest payment before or what?ā
No one had forced him to take out a bank loan.
Yet the customer had completely forgotten about the opportunities he had gained by borrowing money from the bank and was now saying things like this.
And of course, interest payments couldnāt simply be left overdue.
The customer might have had his reasons for being angry, but there was no way getting cursed at every time he made a collection call could feel good.
āHaa⦠Team Leader, Manager⦠itās not that Iām refusing to pay. I really donāt have any money right now. I donāt. I swear, I donāt have a penny. So how am I supposed to pay you? Please, just let me live. Iām doing this because Iām trying to survive too.ā
Hah. Here we go again.
They would scream and hurl abuse, and when that didnāt work, they would suddenly beg and plead as if they had become an entirely different person.
It was a pattern commonly seen among delinquent borrowers.
āJust repay two million won for now. Youāre supposed to repay 100 million won, but if you can pay back that much, Iāll try submitting a request to extend the loan for another three months.ā
Finding a way somehow.
Not demanding the full ten percent that was required, but helping them make even a partial payment so that their loan could be extended.
That was all Kim Si-min could do.
āI really donāt have any money, Team Leader. Iām going to the Han River bridge today. Please, just save me.ā
āSir, if there were a way, Iād like to help you too. But there really isnāt anything else I can do.ā
Borrowers who received collection calls were always the same.
Heāll probably say heās going to jump off a bridge in the end. Or tell me to do whatever I want with him.
There was no way Kim Si-min could fundamentally save these people.
Eight years into his banking career and now serving as a team leader, Manager Kim Si-min did his best to finish another day.
After spending yet another exhausting day like that, he dragged his tired body onto another bus packed with people on his way home.
āI donāt think there was ever a moment when I wanted to give up. Somehow, Iām going to take care of my grandfather. Iāll protect him until he turns one hundred.ā
On ViewTube, which he had opened without thinking, a video appeared about a child whose body had been left impaired by complications from surgery. The child was desperately trying to find a way to continue taking care of his grandfather, and the video was asking people to help him.
āAh⦠thatās heartbreaking.ā
He opened his banking app and checked his account balance.
Things were so tight that he could barely afford to help anyone.
āIāll put in at least ten thousand won.ā
Just as Kim Si-min donated ten thousand won despite his own financial difficultiesā
āUhā¦! Heyā¦! Isnāt that a person over there?ā
Someone suddenly shouted inside the bus, which was so crowded that it was difficult even to breathe.
The bus was crossing the Han River bridge when the passengers spotted a man apparently about to jump.
āDriver! Over there! Over there! Someoneās about to jump!ā
The bus stopped, and the passengers poured out of it in a frantic rush.
With the emergency hazard lights flashing, people continued getting off, finally creating some breathing room inside the bus.
Kim Si-min began getting off more slowly than the others, moving sluggishly.
Iām tired.
How did things end up like this?
He had once been the kind of person who always stepped forward first whenever he saw someone in trouble.
But at some point, it seemed he had simply run out of the energy to do that.
āSir! You have a family at home, donāt you?! What are they supposed to do if you do this?!ā
āMy family can only live if Iām gone! Theyāll be better off without me!ā
The man screamed desperately.
āSir! What are you saying? If you die like this, your family will suffer for the rest of their lives! So please, just come over here!ā
āMy debt⦠Fuck, my debt⦠Thereās no answer⦠Thereās nothing I can doā¦ā
The manās voice, as he spoke about his debt, sounded strangely clear.
That voiceā¦
It was familiar.
A voice he knew well.
Since he hadnāt originally handled the manās loan, they had only met briefly when extending the loan, and otherwise had spoken solely over the phone.
Kim Si-min quickly moved toward him.
āI tried⦠I really tried⦠I struggled like hell to make things work and live properly⦠But what am I supposed to do when nothing works?! I donāt even have ten won to my name right now⦠and theyāre telling me to pay two million won in three days! How the fuck am I supposed to do that, you bastards?!ā
Two million won.
As expected, it was a familiar amount.
The man was still screaming, and Kim Si-min, who had been moving sluggishly only moments earlier, was now running toward him faster than anyone else.
āSir⦠letās live. Please. If you keep living, thereāll be a way somehow. There has to be a way to survive⦠Maybe you could even apply for bankruptcyā¦ā
āFuck off⦠Fuck all of you! If those bastards donāt get me, theyāll take my wife and kids and sell them off!ā
There was no bank in this world that would seize people and sell them.
Well, at least there certainly wasnāt one in Korea.
With another bizarre outburst, the man tried to throw himself from the bridge.
No!
Kim Si-min instinctively lunged forward and grabbed the manās hand as he tried to jump.
āManager⦠Kim?ā
āCome back up. You said you had a family, didnāt you?ā
His voice trembled.
Although he had only seen the manās face once, they had spoken on the phone many times over the years.
Kim Si-min desperately tried to pull him back up.
But the man, hanging precariously from Kim Si-minās single hand, showed no intention of climbing back up.
āIf I die⦠at least my family can liveā¦ā
He was still saying things Kim Si-min couldnāt understand.
The man tried to shake off Si-minās hand.
Si-min relied on the people clinging to him from behind for support and used both hands, desperately trying to pull the man up.
āStop saying such nonsense and come up!ā
He shouted, but the manās eyes had already made their decision.
Several people rushed forward to help Si-min, but the man used all his strength to wrench his hand free and began to fall.
It was a dark night on the way home from work.
The man who had thrown himself into the river became a tiny black speck before disappearing into the water.
Somewhere in the distance, sirens could be heard.
Police cars and ambulances were arriving.
Why?
How did things come to this?
For a long while, he stood there in a daze, staring at the bridge from which the man had jumped.
That evening, the news reported on the man who had jumped.
A man who had been unable to bear his debts any longer.
Apparently, someone had recorded the incident on their phone.
The man, his face pixelated, was shouting on the television.
āI tried⦠I really tried⦠I struggled like hell to make things work and live properly⦠But what am I supposed to do when nothing works?!ā
Alone in his apartment, he stared blankly at the scene on the television before eventually collapsing into sleep.
Early the next morning, Kim Si-min went to work at the bank and made a phone call.
āThe customer is unable to answer the phoneā¦ā
The face of Park Mun-seong, falling from the bridge, continued to haunt his mind.
Before he knew it, a week had passed.
Then someone knocked on his office door.
Knock, knock.
A middle-aged woman with hollow, exhausted eyes stood there, accompanied by a woman who looked like a university student and a boy who appeared to be a high school student.
In their hands were basic certificates and family-relation certificates.
Among the words he could glimpse, he saw the names āPark Mun-seongā and ādeceased.ā
āMy husbandā¦ā
His wifeās trembling, tearful voice struck Kim Si-minās ears.
For a moment, he felt dizzy.
I did my best. It wasnāt my fault.
He desperately denied it to himself.
He had only done what he was supposed to do.
Even then, he had tried to help as much as he could.
It wasnāt as though he had pushed Park Mun-seong off the Han River bridge, was it?
And yet, strangely, guilt continued to wash over him.
I did enough. I did everything I could.
āā¦ā
A curse rose to his throat.
The image of the man falling kept coming back to him.
āItās such a shame. Looking at the family, the daughter seems young⦠and the son too⦠I guess heās probably around college age now.ā
The other employeesā emotionless comments were even more unpleasant to hear.
At quitting time that day, Kim Si-min fled the branch as though running away.
Normally, he would have boarded public transportation packed with people, just as he always did.
But that day, he crossed Cheonho Bridge and kept walking north.
Step.
Step.
He walked with his eyes fixed not on the sky, but simply on the ground.
At some point, he realized that the surroundings had become strangely quiet.
He hadnāt been in Seoul for very long, but he wasnāt completely unfamiliar with the city either.
Still, something felt strangely different.
Ah, my battery.
He had tried to open his map app, only to discover that his phone battery had died.
It feels like I spent the whole day out of my mind.
āSeriouslyā¦ā
But why is it so dark around here?
Blaming himself, he simply kept walking.
Then he spotted a single brightly lit supermarket.
[Daedong Mart]
Feeling a strange sense of familiarity toward the old-fashioned neighborhood store, the kind that was becoming increasingly rare in Seoul, Kim Si-min walked inside.
āHello.ā
āWelcome.ā
He ignored the shopkeeperās slow greeting, which for some reason seemed strangely lifeless, and picked up two cans of beer.
āThatās all youāre getting?ā
āYes. This is enough.ā
āLooks like youāve had a pretty rough time.ā
āI guess so. Things have been strangely difficult lately.ā
āThatās just how life is. When things get hard, you rest for a while and keep going. If you push yourself too hard, youāll get sick.ā
The old-fashioned words of comfort reminded Kim Si-min of his hometown, and he let out an involuntary sigh.
āYeah⦠exactly.ā
āLooks like you donāt have any family?ā
āHow did you know that?ā
āYou can tell just by looking. Youāre not from around here, are you? And you took a wrong turn too, didnāt you?ā
āHow did you know that too?ā
āI told you, we can tell just by looking. If you donāt have anywhere else to go, eat your beer right out front.ā
Yeah. Maybe Iāll just stay and eat.
Itās not like anyoneās waiting for me at home anyway.
He sat down on the familiar wooden platform in front of the supermarket, opened a bag of Saewookkang shrimp crackers, and took a drink of beer.
He began pouring out the things he had no one else to talk to about to the supermarket lady.
āIām not a bad guy, you know. Before I came to Seoul, I used to help people a lot. I even donated regularly. I work hard. I really work hard. I cut into the little free time I have, even sacrificing sleep⦠I really work so hard, but⦠I donāt understand why life has to be so painful.ā
It was nothing more than a rant.
āIām sure it wasnāt because of me⦠but that man too⦠damnā¦ā
Thinking of the dead Park Mun-seong and his family, Kim Si-min downed the rest of his beer.
āHey, young man. It wasnāt because of you. Donāt think like that.ā
The supermarket owner, whom he had never met before, comforted him as though she knew everything, even though he hadnāt told her much.
After rambling for a while and finishing his beer, Kim Si-min rose from his seat.
āThere arenāt many people around here. Youāre not drunk from that little bit of beer, are you? Thereās nothing else worth seeing around here. Just go straight down that road, understand? Youāll come out onto a main road.ā
The owner patted Kim Si-min on the shoulder.
The supermarket ownerās hand, despite the warmth of her words, was strangely cold.
āOh, right. This is a gift, so take it. Donāt ever lose it. Always wear it around your wrist, okay? Itāll help you.ā
The owner fastened something resembling a bracelet around Kim Si-minās wrist.
āThank you, maāam. Thank you.ā
He thanked the supermarket owner several times for comforting him after such a difficult day, then continued walking in one direction.
Under normal circumstances, he would have looked around as he walked.
But for some reason, he simply followed the direction the owner had pointed out.
After walking for a while, just as she had said, he reached a main road and saw a bright light.
Then, in the next moment, he lost consciousness.
āMr. Kim Si-min? Mr. Kim Si-min, wake up.ā
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of a machine he had heard countless times in medical dramas echoed in his ears.
His eyelids felt so heavy that he couldnāt open his eyes, and he had no idea what was happening.
āCan you see this, sir? How many fingers am I holding up?ā
āTwoā¦ā
Why are my eyes so heavy? Why canāt I think straight?
A man who appeared to be a doctor in a white coat kept waving his fingers in front of him.
He was sure he had walked down the road just as the supermarket owner had instructed him, and then reached the main road.
āHey, Manager Kim, are you okay? You know you collapsed immediately after walking out of the branch? You couldāve gotten seriously hurt if youād hit your head.ā
It was the voice of Team Leader Park Cheol-sun, a colleague he was usually close with.
What is he talking about?
I collapsed immediately after leaving the branch?
But I clearly walked for a long time.
I even went to a supermarket and drank beer.
āDamn, you live alone and donāt even take care of yourself. And youāre the guy who even competes in MMA matches. What good is being that tough if youāre so physically run-down?ā
The team leaderās words sounded muffled.
Kim Si-min slowly managed to sit up and looked at him.
āAre you starting to come around?ā
āYes⦠But what do you mean? You said I collapsed in front of the branch?ā
āYou collapsed as soon as you walked out of the branch. Donāt you remember? Well, I guess thereās no reason for someone who passed out to remember.ā
āBut I walked for a long time, went to a supermarket, and collapsed on a main roadā¦ā
āWhat are you talking about? You still havenāt come to your senses.ā
Was it really a dream?
But it was too vivid.
The taste of the beer.
The taste of the Saewookkang crackers.
Even the supermarket ownerās touch.
āHuhā¦ā
Kim Si-min suddenly felt a chill run through him.
This. Why is thisā¦
The supermarket ownerās warm voice echoed in his mind.
āOh, right. This is a gift, so take it. Donāt ever lose it. Always wear it around your wrist, okay? Itāll help you.ā
Then another voice followed.
āUser imprinting has begun. Mr. Kim Si-min, welcome. You have become the owner of Lighthouse Co., Ltd., a company that lends out opportunities.ā
Iām seeing things.
Iām hearing things that arenāt there.
For a moment, he truly thought he had gone insane.






