Taking a bass and a heavy liquidated damages, Ren Ito escaped from the broken dreams of Tokyo and set foot on the unfamiliar Seoul. He wanted to leave after paying homage to his father, but in this city with a language barrier and huge crowds, he was pushed in unexpected directions time and time again.
In March in Seoul, the cold wind has not ended and the warmth has not yet arrived.
And some resonances have already sounded quietly in the silence.
Purpose: Does true understanding come from some kind of superpower, or does it come from a clumsy but sincere effort to open your heart?