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"My name is Choi Minho. I was born December ninth and I'm twenty six years old. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't of gotten kicked out of my parents home earlier this week. Look, I really need this job. It's not because I really need to pay bills or anything, but my mom won't let me back home if I don't get a job... And ... And there's this girl. She's-- she's a gumiho--"
"A gumiho?"
"Yes." I nodded frantically.
"She's going to eat me out of a house and home. I have to keep buying meat and it's so expensive, and if I don't buy food..." I leaned forward and whispered. "I think she'll eat me."
"Yeah, I find that very hard to believe and your disheveled hair and blood shot eyes, just put the icing on the cake." He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head, giving me a strange look.
"No. I'm serious. She won't let me sleep. She's always around and won't leave me alone. She's driving me crazy, I almost pulled out all of my hair."
"Uh huh." He replied skeptically. "If she follows you around everywhere, why isn't she here?"
"I kept her home with my friend's younger cousin. I live with my two friends."
"Mhmm. Looks like someone's been watching too many dramas."
"No. I'm not crazy! She keeps claiming that she saved my life and that I'm forever in her debt. That's why she won't go away."
"Mr. Choi, you don't need a job, you need a psychiatrist. Let me recommend one." He handed me a small business card.
"No. Please sir, I need this job. If I don't get this job, I'll die! Either from starvation or being eaten alive. Whatever comes first."
"I really don't have time for this--"
"Just let me tell you how this all happened, maybe then you'll understand."
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"Wake up! Wake up right now, you good for nothing son of mine!" I woke up to my father beating me with one of his golf clubs.
I scrambled from under my covers, frantically kicking them off of my body and tumbled to the floor. I ducked away as he continued to swing at me angrily.
"Dad, stop!" I ran into the hallway and into the living room. I jumped behind the sofa, my bed sheets entangled around my ankle. "Stop! What are you-- what are doing?!"
"You don't help around this house at all! All you do is take! I've had it up to here with you." He waved his golf club at me. "You don't pay bills or do anything useful around here. You just stay in your room playing video games and taking up air."
