The lazy sunlight streamed through the glass, where a faded red sticker that read "Hangover Soup" was stuck.

It was a quiet day at the hangover soup restaurant, during the usual time for preparing ingredients. Today, it seemed particularly calm. Haeun had gone to a friend’s house, there were no missing ingredients, and the meat was simmering perfectly on its own.

As a result, Uijae sat alone at the counter, flipping through a paper newspaper for the first time in a while. The pleasant warmth of the sun, the familiar jingle from the TV commercials, and the rustling of the …