Synopsis
That name — it was mine, no question about it. The "Name" showed up on people's bodies out of nowhere one day and threw the whole world into chaos. Woojoo just kept going, living the same way he always had, hosting, scraping by, treating the whole thing like it had nothing to do with him. Getting swept up in a raid, ending up in prison — honestly, not that out of the ordinary for someone like him. "27 years old, Im Jihoon… hyung… You really don't remember me?" That was before he ran into Jihoon again, inside, with Woojoo's name…
