# Backstory of Lee-Soo-Woon
A hazy memory drifted through the recesses of Lee Soo-woon's mind—fragments of a life long gone.
A small, modest room appeared through the mist of recollection. In it stood three adults and one child. A man dressed in a black suit gently patted the head of a five-year-old boy, his smile warm and reassuring. Two women stood nearby, speaking in soft tones—one young and vibrant, the other elderly with silver-streaked hair and gentle eyes.
The child was none other than Lee Soo-woon.
The man crouched slightly, meeting the boy's eyes. "Dad and Mom have some urgent business to take care of. So, be a good boy and listen to your grandmother, alright?"
His voice was kind, but carried a note of hurried tension.
The young woman—his mother—bent down and kissed Soo-woon's cheek with a tender smile. "Take care, okay?" she whispered.
Turning to the elderly woman, she added, "We'll be leaving now. We'll most likely be back by the day after tomorrow."
The grandmother nodded with a gentle smile. "Go on. Don't worry about us," she said, reassuring them with calm strength.
The memory blurred.
The next morning, everything shattered. News arrived like a cold blade—both his parents had died in a car crash. The grandmother collapsed into tears, grief overtaking her frail frame. Soo-woon, too young to understand death, simply watched, confused and scared. Seeing his grandmother cry, he reached out with tiny arms to comfort her, not fully comprehending the magnitude of what had happened. She clutched him tightly, sobbing into his small shoulder.
Years passed in the blink of an eye. Time healed some wounds but deepened others.
At the age of seventeen, fate struck again. His grandmother—his last pillar, his final connection to love and warmth—passed away.
The memory shifted again.
A funeral room, still and heavy with sorrow. In front of a black-and-white photograph framed with white lilies, Soo-woon knelt, tears streaming down his face. There were no arms to hold him, no comforting words to ease his pain. He was alone—truly alone.
Everyone he had ever loved had been taken from him, one by one. He was an only child, and even in the workplace, he'd never formed any real friendships. His days were a quiet cycle of routine, his life a series of disconnected events, void of lasting bonds or warm memories.
There was no one left.
No one to miss.
No one to return to.
To be continued...