The officer clears his throat.
"So. Kim Taehyung. What do you do for a living?"
I didn't feel like answering that. For a person like me who did such a thing. I don't need to.
He sighs breaking my train of thought.
"Let me get this straight. You don't have a family, and now you say you're unemployed? Kid. You need help?"
Help. When was the last time I heard that word?
Where was the last time I heard it? Then it hit me.
My friends.
In a split second I thought, I could actually get help. But then I remember, I'm the disgrace who can't get any help.
I don't deserve it.
When the man saw that I had no answer he sighs and carries onto the next question.
"Well then. Did you go to school at least?"
"I dropped out of high school."
At first, it was a living hell. But, school showed me the many flaws in our human society.
An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
Everyman for himself, they say. And that was true, absolutely no one would come help me.
Not after what I have done.