Lost Child

I was born in the dead of winter, in a pile of garbage.
A cramped slum crawling with tangled men and women was my home.

“Count to ten, run as fast as you can. Don’t ever look back. Get lost.”

That was what those thug bastards called me: “Get lost”.
Barefoot, I ran as far as I could.
It didn’t take long to realize that I was running straight into h*ll.

“Lee Chun-hee, why are you here again?”
“Are you a thug or a detective?”

The man knew my name. I didn’t know his.

“What do the thugs call you?”

Knife Floor. Shadow Detective. I was the right-hand blade of the Mia faction’s boss.
I grew up without a name, living however I could.
It was like learning to swim after being thrown into the sea and being swept away by the waves.

“Why did you bring me here?”
“If you knew why you were brought here, what would you do?”

A ghost-like girl. She kept asking, never tiring.
I wanted to ask her what keeps her alive like that.
I wondered where she was trying to run to.