Every dawn that autumn, fog would come ashore from the sea of ​​Mujin.
All mornings were shrouded in fog, obscuring the light before the sun rose.
The fog blocked all light from light, all objects from objects, all landscapes from landscapes.
Not even the sun could show its true light until it rose very high and the mist particles, one by one, were warmed and evaporated into vapor.
That morning, when the fog began to roll in from the sea to Mujin, the man was left lying crumpled and carelessly thrown into the darkness.
The fog rolled in, distractingly and rudely, like a wild beast with long white hair that had no natural enemies on earth, or like an occupying force landing on an old, abandoned colony.
The road disappeared as if taken over by that white fur, the buildings held their breath, and the streetlights lost their power.
After the earth and the sky were covered by the giant beast, the world became completely covered in fog.
--- p.14

Ina had often thought of being lonely, but she had never really felt lonely.
Does loneliness, as we age, become melancholy? The word "loneliness," rather than "loneliness," seemed to carry with it something like the weight of time, a stale, musty, slightly melancholic scent of sweat.
I wonder if Mom will be lonely tonight.
What if my daughter, who was always far away, came to me like this and lay down in the room across from the living room?
Ina wanted to return home with good memories of what might be her last vacation on this earth with her mother.
I looked up while lying down and saw that the fog outside the window was thick like white blinds.
It was definitely fog that wasn't there when I fell asleep earlier.
The sky outside the window was as white as if it had been covered in milk.
Only then did Ina realize that she had returned to Mujin.
A bell was heard ringing in the distance.
It was the sound of the cathedral bells that I heard after a long time.
And why was that?
Ina met a girl in a faint dream while she was sleeping.
It was Harry.
--- p.27

“That bastard tried to attack me! He came back drunk and...
How did you do that to me!”
Harry's clasped hands were now so tense that the blood drained from them.
Ina didn't ask any more questions.
That's probably her brother, who runs away from home and wanders around, and when their father is out, he comes home like a ghost and beats Harry and takes his money...
But now, that author, that older brother, was like, oh, my God! Ina felt a mixture of fear and pity at the same time.
It was always like that when I saw Harry.
All common sense lost its grip around Harry.
There was nothing that couldn't happen around Harry.
Raw, or jungle… … .
I wanted to leave her because of the fear it gave me, but pity always stopped me.
It prevented me from going too far.
I thought about it much later, but Harry knew it too.
Maybe very well.
--- p.36~37

The woman did not stop crying.
Ina knew that she was the rag that people grab when they fall into the water.
“Please help me.
I'm so tired, I want to die like my daughter.
… … I have to catch that guy before I die.
“Sir, please help me.”
"hey……."
Ina tried to shake off her touch for a moment, but then gave up.
Anyway, I figured it wouldn't hurt to hear her story.
To her, Baek Jin-woo was still a noun breathing deep in an ominous and dark cave.
“I don’t know how much I can help you, but…
cheer up.
I'll bring some porridge to my mom and come back later.
“Please stop crying.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…….
Stop being so sad… … .
“You’ll definitely keep your promise, right?”
"yes."
She asked without letting go of Ina's arm.
Was it because of the desperation of that grip, or was it because of her curiosity about Father Baek Jin-woo, whom she had summoned?
Ina ended up saying that.
That was the beginning.

--- p.52~53