Han-si sat in a plastic chair outside a convenience store, the neon "OPEN" sign humming like a trapped insect. He wasn’t looking at the street; he was looking at his hands. They were clean now, but he could still feel the phantom weight of the knife he’d dropped in the harbor three hours ago.
"Let’s go," Han-si said. "I don't want to keep the old man waiting." Regia: Park Hoon-jung
Han-si stood up, the legs of his chair scraping against the pavement—a sound like a dying scream. He reached into his jacket, not for a weapon, but for a crumpled photograph of a sister he hadn’t seen since he entered the "New World" of the crime families. He tore it into tiny pieces and let the wind take them. Han-si sat in a plastic chair outside a
A stylish, high-action sci-fi thriller.