When Songmo was five years old, she witnessed her parents being shot during a thunderstorm night. She escaped by hiding in a trash can, but that night she was left alone and helplessly screaming in the darkness. From then on, she was afraid of sleeping at night, afraid of waking up in darkness; from then on, she turned day and night upside down and lived a life different from ordinary people; from then on, she lost her innocence and wandered on the edge of life.
Her brother was going to her grandfather's house that night and was lucky enough to survive. At Sang Mo's strong request, he entered the business world to avenge her and build a powerful wealth kingdom to support her. And Sammo himself began to train himself arduously from then on, and he would not miss anything that would help him get revenge. Living in darkness, she made a group of friends who could live and die together.
I also met someone who was destined to be unable to escape. Hatred or happiness, which one should we give up? Maybe coexistence is possible? It's just that the truth hurts so much, but it also helps so many people.