Kang Seung-ho

Ana was 18 years old when her life turned upside down.
Until then, it was just her and her mother.
The two had lived alone for years and had a quiet routine.
But everything changed after the death of her mother's best friend.
On the day of the funeral, Ana noticed a tall young man standing near the coffin.
Black hair.
Cold stare.
Arms crossed.
He seemed detached from everything around him.
It was as if I were somewhere else.
As if he couldn't believe what had happened.
"Who is he?" Ana asked.
Her mother sighed.
— Her son.
Ana remained silent.
And he only found out the rest a few days later.

• WHAT?!
  Ana stood up from her chair so quickly that she almost dropped her glass.
  — Are you saying he's going to live here?!
• Yes.
  Mom, I'm eighteen years old! I'm not a child to be sharing a house with a stranger!
  He has no one.
  — And when did this become our problem?
  Her mother closed her eyes for a moment.
  — Ever since I promised his mother.
  Silence fell over the kitchen.
  — Did he promise?
  — When we were little, we swore we would take care of each other. Before she died, she asked me not to abandon her son.
  Ana did not respond.
  Because at that moment the doorbell rang.
  His mother opened the door.
  And there he was.
  Kang Min-jun.
  A backpack.
  A suitcase.