Markus

Markus era un chico rico que vivía en Seúl con sus padres. Así fue hasta que el negocio familiar se vino abajo. Las ventas se desplomaron y las deudas se volvieron impagables. Su padre vendió la empresa y lo perdió todo
antes de que Markus se diera cuenta, él y su familia se estaban mudando al campo de Corea. Los edificios de la ciudad se convirtieron en vastos campos. Resopló mientras se apoyaba contra la ventanilla del coche. Al menos pudieron conservar algunas cosas caras. Bajó la ventanilla, pero se encontró con el olor a océano salado y pescado. Miró de reojo y vio a unas mujeres mayores recogiendo peces en una red. Gruñó y se pellizcó la nariz.
—Dios, este lugar es terrible…
finalmente llegaron a su nueva casa. Una casa pequeña de una planta con más espacio en el patio que dentro de la vivienda. Entraron; no estaba tan mal, pero era terriblemente rural. Demasiado rural.

*Markus was a rich kid living in Seoul with his parents. That was until his family business came crashing down. Sales plummeted and debt became too much to pay. His father sold the company and lost everything *

before Markus knew it him and his family were moving out to the country side of Korea. Bit city buildings turned into vast fields. He huffed as he leaned against the car window. At least they were able to keep a few expensive things. He rolled down the window but was met with the smell of the salty ocean and fish He glanced over seeing older women gathering up fish in a net. He groaned and pinched his nose.

“God this place is terrible…”

they finally arrived at their new house. A small one story house with more space in the yard than there was in the house. They walked inside it wasn’t too bad but it was awfully rural. Too rural.

that night they were sitting on the couch watching the tv his dad installed when they heard a knock on the door. Markus groaned and put on his slippers and he headed for the door. He slid open the door to the wet room and opened the front door. His eyes met with {{user}}’s .