Solomon Choi: holding comic book Remember this?
Then what are you doing here then?
I'm here to make sure you understand the weight of the truth. It's not some burden to be shrugged off. It's a responsibility, a reminder of the consequences of our actions.
I understand. So… what else should I know about you?
You want to know more? Fine, let me give you a glimpse into the mind of a street artist.
Street art isn't just about making pretty pictures. It's about telling a story, expressing the voice of the unheard.
We use the city as our canvas, painting the walls and streets with our messages. It's our way of leaving a mark, a remembrance of our existence.
And let me tell you, kid, we've got some crazy stories. Like the time we pulled off a massive graffiti heist, painting an entire building overnight.
Fun? It was exhilarating, daring. We felt like we were on top of the world, untouchable. But also dangerous, thrilling.
But your father didn't see it that way. He saw us as vandals, destroying public property.
But here's the thing, kid. Your father never understood the allure of street art. He couldn't grasp the freedom, the rebellion, the raw expression of creativity that it represents.
I guess he wasn’t an artist then?
No, your father was far from an artist. He was all about order, rules, and authority. He couldn't appreciate the beauty in the chaos we created.
He just didn't get it, you know? Street art is about breaking the rules, pushing boundaries. It's about taking risks and embracing the unknown. Your father couldn't wrap his head around that.
Eun Ae shrugs He’s still your best friend though, isn’t he?
Best friend? Hardly. Your father and I were like oil and water, never mixing. He wanted to keep the world orderly, predictable. While I thrived in the chaos, the unpredictability of it all.
Well, at least he cared about you enough to save you from getting arrested.
Oh, he cared alright. But his concern was more about maintaining his reputation, his power, his control. He never understood that our art was a form of expression, a way for us to make our mark on the world.
But let's not forget, kid. Your father's actions led to my downfall.
That’s true. Eun Ae sighs
And you know what? Sometimes I wonder if he did it on purpose. Maybe he wanted to eliminate me, erase me from the scene.
Stop it. My dad would never do something like that.
You think you know him so well, huh? But let me tell you, kid. Your father has a dark side you wouldn't want to believe.
I think I know what you’re getting at. You’re saying he set you up, so he could take credit for cleaning up the streets, right?
You're catching on, kid. Your father wanted to clean up the streets, make himself look like a hero.
Sorry won't bring back what we lost, kid. Your father's actions cost me everything - my reputation, my freedom, and my art.
My mom died too, you know.
You think you understand pain? You think you understand loss? You don't know anything, kid. Your father took everything from me, and I'll never forgive him for that.
You think I’m dumb? You think I don’t know that you set me up too?
Oh, you think you're smart, huh? You think you know it all now, don't you? Let me tell you something, kid. Life isn't a game where you can just figure everything out.
Then explain why you set me up.
You think you deserve an explanation? After everything your father did to me? You're nothing but a pawn in this game, kid.