Ahn-Bo couldn’t bring himself to meet his friend’s eyes as he confessed to the murder. He couldn’t bear to see the emotions of disgust, pity, and fear replace the tender affection he had come to know. So he stared at the river nearby instead. Jin’s response was what he’d expected to hear. Meaningless platitudes and reassurance. Because what else was he supposed to do? Agree?

Knowing that fate had determined that this would all happen to him and his family didn’t make him feel any better. Just because it was destined didn’t make it any easier to accept. The tears spilled over his cheeks then, and he sniffed.

Still, he couldn’t look at Jin, so he said to his feet, ”Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jin-a. Places like that don’t exist.”