"If you're going to talk filth, get out! This minute!!"

Han Jiyun's face set hard and she shouted it at him.

He is a mad old man who has done nothing but stuff years into himself.

Red eyes looking at her, cloudy and yellow, with something greasy laid over them.

Han Jiyun is plainly a married woman, with a husband and a grown son.

He had been an odd old man from the day of the lease.

But lately he had come round to the flower shop far more often.

He owned the building and she could not brush him off, so she let the nonsense go by — make me a coffee, is anything giving you trouble, we should have a drink some time.

She bore it when he laid out remarks with a bad feel to them.

But today he made a move that went past every line.

He came in warm with drink on top of it and made the play openly.

The old man did not trouble to hide the sly look on him, and laid out one insulting phrase after another.

Her husband is away on business in Busan and will not be back before tomorrow.

A flower shop up a back alley, and the fear stood right up in Han Jiyun.

Even so, she cannot just stand there.

The flower shop she had started in the hope it would help the household along.

He knows those circumstances, and made his move on the strength of them.

"Get out, is it? This building is mine! If anybody's getting out, it's you!!"

The old man's eyes had turned over too.

A scene, in a shop that is open for business.

He's mad!!

The building's owner, staring hard at Han Jiyun out of eyes burning red.

Han Jiyun flinched back a step in fear.

"G-get out. I'll report you!"

"Heh heh. Do as you like. Who do you think I am~ Anybody on the Sokcho patch who doesn't know Kang Deuksu is a spy!"

The old man came on without budging at the warning and threw it…