“Are we really safe in the online world?”
I hope that no pain is easily consumed.
A heartbreaking story of teenagers who are both witnesses and parties involved.

The story of fifteen-year-old Goul, who has been living in a shelter since his friend's car accident, embracing painful memories and moving forward into the next season.
Goul, a witness and party to the accident that is endlessly repeated and never erased in the black box, speaks to those who easily consume the video.
Don't waste death.
Readers will be left staring at Goul's back as he somehow moves forward, finding hope again in a relationship he was trying to push away, even after closing the book.

This work is the first full-length novel for young adults by author Hwang Ji-young, who won the 14th Ma Hae-song Literary Award for her work 『Real Marae』, which deals with sharenting, and is widely loved for her work 『A New Post Has Been Posted in the Sunlight Bamboo Forest』, which deals with the conflicts of teenagers in cyberspace. This novel clearly captures another problem that arises in the online world.
In a world where accident scene videos and black box footage are spread without filtering and are treated as mere controversies and entertainment, rather than sympathy and solidarity, and where people indifferently watch the pain and death of others, the story of teenagers who clumsily confront this in their own way leaves an unforgettable impression.

In reality, death is hidden.
A funeral parlor in the basement of a hospital, a columbarium far from the city, tombs you have to see in the mountains, people who are reluctant to talk about death.
But death in the story is near.
In books, dramas, movies, song lyrics.
Without warning, it hits me!
People who talk about death easily.
I pushed the book as far back into the drawer as possible.
---From "Book"

Minseo handed me a fish-shaped bread.
I shook my head.
Minseo pursed her lips and took a bite of the fish-shaped bread.
There was a sound of carp flesh breaking.
Scales, bones, and intestines are entering Minseo's mouth.
I turned my head.
---From "Carp Bread"

The day before winter break in the 6th grade, Yedam was involved in a car accident.
While Yedam was in a coma, a black box video was circulated among the kids at our school.
That video was also posted in our class chat room.
It contained the exact image of me watching Yedam get hit by a car and Yedam fall down.
The picture quality was so good that I could even see the fish-shaped bread I was holding clearly.
---From "Fog"

How was the goal size determined?
If it's too big, it'll be easy to score and the game will be boring, and if it's too small, it'll be hard to score and the game will be boring.
They must have decided the size while tug-of-war between those subtle differences.

I stood facing the goal like Kim Eun-han.
This is the weirdest goalkeeper stance in the world.
---From "Goalkeeper"

The teacher walked to the podium holding my cell phone.
Then the teacher looked at my phone screen as it vibrated again.
"Miul, I'll delete the video right away, so please watch it just once. You've been doing that lately
“Who are you threatening?”
“Don’t look!”
"I didn't do it on purpose, it just popped up. But what's "miul"? Oh! It's the opposite of "goul"?"
As expected from a Korean teacher, he immediately understood the meaning of my ID.
My face suddenly turned red.
---From "Plan B"

It was strange.
When I admitted that I hated Yedam, I started missing him so much.
And then I realized for the first time.
I never thought about seeing Yedam until now.
Strangely enough, that's how it was.
And what's even weirder is, I didn't know it was weird.
I slowly looked around the bookstore.
Yedam and I chose a book in front of that bookshelf.
I sat at this table and had a snack.
I stood by the window and listened to Gretel's story.
Yedam is permeating this space.
I think I might be able to touch it.
I miss Yedam so much.

---From "Encounter"