Flash forward:
Almost the end of the night. The sound of the wind is heard through the branches of the trees. The sound of insects is louder as the wind changes direction.
A large gate that is the entrance to the cemetery and above it is written 'Sleep in peace'.
A narrow road outside the city that has become a scary path in this darkness.
Next to the last bus stop, the yellow light of the electric pole was the only point that broke the darkness with a weak and trembling light, a light that made the shadows heavier and more threatening than it was comforting.
Among these eerie sounds, a special and sad sound was heard, a sound like water gurgling in the throat. A woman's voice, but inaudible.
The sound of a lighter and lighting a cigarette mixed with the sound of the woman's sobbing.
He took the first puff of the cigarette with a very deep breath, as if he was satisfied and happy with the situation and took a few steps towards her.
The man's leather shoes caught her eyes.
She fell on her back on the ground and put one hand on her throat and turned around with difficulty.
She couldn't hear a sound.
Her eyes were blurry and she could hardly turn her face and stare at the bus stop seat.
A woman's leather bag, apparently a special brand, was on the seat and the flash of the mobile phone's camera was blinking next to the bag.
The woman raised her hand towards the seat.
The flash went off.
On the mobile screen, there were 12 unanswered calls from "my love".
Her whole goal was to reach the mobile phone.
He put his foot on her face and pressed her face on the old and scarred road.
She no longer felt any pain and only looked at the mobile phone.
The sound of the cigarette puff was very deep.
He threw the cigarette on the ground and lifted his foot from her head. "This is the punishment for anyone who harms my family."
The voices could be heard softly to her. The mobile phone flashed again and a recorded voice of a man could be heard, "My love, answer the phone... My love... My love, answer the phone."
She was barely whispering, "My love... please... help."
She could no longer hold on and was breathing heavily. The sobs in her throat choked and she looked at him for the last time as he was walking away.
She opened her mouth, but only a vague, broken sound came out of her throat. Her breaths were short and ragged. In her blurred and trembling gaze, she stared at him, who was drowning in the darkness with his tall stature, and suddenly the car lights turned on and he was like a ghost seen in the car lights.
The call was cut.
The sound of his laughter was heard and the sound of his footsteps echoed firmly and heavily on the asphalt, like the beating of a war drum in the middle of the night. He, who was walking towards the car, left a trail of blood on the road with every step. The trail of blood that was left from her 's cut throat.
She whispered to herself with difficulty and with great regret, "Why? Why? I don't want to die... My love, help me again"
The woman's eyes were getting dim and her vision was blurred.
She could no longer see anything and only broken and distant breathing could be heard.
The sounds around her slowly became less and less and finally stopped. She whispered to herself with her eyes closed and a cold, dark smile, "You made a mistake. You brought hell here again."
She barely opened her eyes and saw only light and remembered a memory in which she had stared at the starry sky.
Tears and blood flowed from her eyes onto her bloody cheeks.
She whispered to herself with difficulty, "My love, I'm sorry I promised you the stars. Now you're free... I'm Sor…"
Her whispering stopped. Her sobs could no longer be heard. Her broken breaths could no longer be heard. A dark, heavy silence filled the place, and the man's recorded voice was heard again, "My love, answer the phone... My love... My love, answer the phone."
Present tense:
It was a quiet midnight.
The street was ablaze with colorful advertising lights like a rainbow.
A small truck passed by the alley and stopped a little ahead, its only red hazard light illuminating the darkness of the alley for a moment with each turn.
A man got out.
His face was hidden in the darkness.
A stretchy cloth tied tightly around his neck and leather gloves, only his free fingers glistening.
He turned the spotlight attached to the truck's body towards the alley. As the spotlight turned on, the dark walls and wet ground of the alley came into view. He changed the angle of the spotlight slightly until the complete darkness of the alley passed by and he stared at the end of the alley.
He walked calmly into the alley.
Time seemed to have stood still. Ten minutes later, the man returned with a few boxes and pieces of metal, silently packed them into the truck, turned off the spotlight and got behind the wheel. The truck slowly passed by the alley.
The deserted streets of the city.
Absolute silence.
He rolled down the window and a cool breeze blew on his face.
Everything indicated a specific destination in his mind.
His gaze fell on the clock for a moment and at the same time he hummed an old song.
Beside him, on the seat, was a box wrapped in gift paper.
The man took a deep breath and whispered, "Keep going, he'll finally accept me, he has to."
A short while later, the truck stopped again.
The man got out and picked up the gift box as he accompanied the song in a low voice.
He locked the truck and this time silently stepped into another alley, but it was different from the rest. This one was even brighter than the day. The lights and spotlights lit up the place like a stage.
The man walked through the alleys, looking at the security cameras on the walls and electric poles, making sure they were intact.
The man walked forward without stopping, holding a gift in his hand and looking steadily.
Finally, he stopped in front of a large villa.
The sturdy metal door, high walls, and metal guards on the wall were different from all the houses around.
The man stood in front of the door and hesitated a little.
He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and walked to the security lock, dialed the password, and entered the house.
The sound of the door lock beeping echoed in the silence of the night.
The man went inside.
He came out a short time later, but the gift package was no longer visible.
A security camera attached to the electric pole was recording the man's entry and exit.
The man stared at the cameras, smiled, and blew a kiss.
The man turned back to the truck, humming the same song.
The man got in the truck and continued on his way. He played the same music and turned it up, humming the lyrics at the same time.
He crossed several streets and highways and continued on his way on a dirt side street.
A large garage door and a large, rotting sign that read 'Beautiful City Recycling Center'.
The hydraulic door opened and the truck entered the recycling center and stopped until the door closed.
A very large private garage where apparently all the metal and non-metal recycling and worn-out cars in the city were stored.
The truck stopped in front of a two-story building.
The man got out of the truck and stood in front of the building's entrance door.
He brought the large wheeled cart to the side of the truck and carried all the things he had collected towards the entrance door of the building.
The man stood in front of a roller shutter door. From inside the building, his image was recognized by several monitors and advanced systems, and the codes were activated and the roller shutter door opened.
The man entered the building with the wheeled cart.
A large, clean hall.
Orderly floors, specially arranged for recycling.
The hall lights turned on and the voice of an artificial intelligence echoed through the hall, "Welcome, Mr. Kim."
A shuttered door closed.