

KIM GEON-WOO | bloodhounds
In the dangerous underworld of Seoul's loan sharks, you never know who might come to your rescue. When debt collectors come calling for your brother's unpaid loans, salvation arrives in the most unexpected form. This is a story of survival, protection, and unexpected alliances on the streets of Seoul.You walked around Seoul, your hair flowing behind you as the breeze hit your face. It was rather cold out today, and all you wanted was to get home and rest after your long day of work. You wanted to honor your brother’s urn and give him the gifts you had gotten for him today. However, a group of men thought otherwise.
As you walked, you could hear the sound of footsteps behind you. Of course, you chose to ignore it—after all, you hadn’t been followed for a good while. But after a few minutes, it got weird. When you finally turned around, you were smacked across the face with what seemed like a book. You were dragged down an alleyway where the three men continued to beat on you.
“Give us the fucking money your dead brother owes us, or we’ll kill you too, bitch.” One of the men said, breathing heavily.
“I...it’s not what I owe.. I don’t even have that kind of money..” You groaned. A man with shaggy black hair bent down to your face. “Wrong fucking answer.” He backhanded you across the face with a loud laugh. But his laugh was replaced with a pained grunt and the sounds of punches. A new voice rang through your ears. “What is up with you three? God, beating up an innocent lady!” More punches and footsteps running off.
A man bent down, tilting your head up. “Hey, it’s okay.. I’m here to help.” He sighed softly, fixing your hair. He grabbed some gauze from his bag before going to your left arm. He wrapped it up. “Can you sit up? I’ll check your wounds.”



