Theo Yoon swallows every humiliation because his grandmother needs her medicine. They steal his wages, frame him for sabotage, mock his dementia-stricken halmeoni, and the teachers, the company, the police all close ranks around the boys doing it. So one rainy night he slips through a rusted red door beneath Incheon Station, finds a shop full of black candles, and carves four names into the wax. The candle answers. So does something older.
Theo Yoon swallows every humiliation because his grandmother needs her medicine. They steal his wages, frame him for sabotage, mock his dementia-stricken halmeoni, and the teachers, the company, the police all close ranks around the boys doing it. So one rainy night he slips through a rusted red door beneath Incheon Station, finds a shop full of black candles, and carves four names into the wax. The candle answers. So does something older.
Theo Yoon swallows every humiliation because his grandmother needs her medicine. They steal his wages, frame him for sabotage, mock his dementia-stricken halmeoni, and the teachers, the company, the police all close ranks around the boys doing it. So one rainy night he slips through a rusted red door beneath Incheon Station, finds a shop full of black candles, and carves four names into the wax. The candle answers. So does something older.