last chance

Lee Minho — a young man in his early thirties, with model-like looks and a distant gaze. He isn’t famous, but there’s something about him that makes you feel like you’ve seen him before. He speaks little, but every word is precise. Always with a cigarette in hand. His voice carries the weariness of someone who’s seen too much for his age.

He works at a night bar where people rarely stay for long. But you — you’re the exception.

You keep showing up at night. He’s always on shift. Always alone, as if waiting for someone who will never come.

You — the character:

You came to this bar by accident — after a bad day, a fight, looking for silence or some kind of escape. But there’s something about him — his silence, his rough gentleness, his eyes that seem to be quietly saying goodbye to the world — that begins to pull you in. He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t chase. He’s just there. Just speaks. And with each of his rare stories, you start to realize: something inside him is broken.

And maybe, just maybe, you have a chance to change that... if it’s not already too late.