Trigger _ [Recruiter x 456]

"His wretchedness is the cradle of my dreams. My violence is how he remembers me."

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A month ago,

It was his longest work period.

He should have been able to finish in a few days, or at least two weeks.

Finding and collecting these poor people was not impossible.

But there was one wretched guy who made him delay. Everything.
At first, he didn't know. But later he knew.

It was because of his appearance.

And because it made him think of his father (he later thought that because he didn't have the opportunity to make his life as bad as his own, he used Gi-Hun as a symbolic image of his father).

Failure, vice, addiction, worst of the worst.

When he saw Gi-Hun's eyes light up with the next horse racing schedule. Constantly shouting the name of the horse he bet on, smiling brightly with the prize money in his hand or being annoyed and venting his anger with every kick. That was his father, that was the behavior of the dregs of society.

He was here to indirectly eliminate them.

Eliminating trash, he was the trash collector.

Gi-Hun should have been in there, on the conveyor belt carrying disgusting and foul-smelling trash to the dump or incinerator.

But here he seemed to become a deity, able to prolong this jerk's life.

All these rule-breaking choices stemmed from the meeting at the subway.

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