Seong Gi-huns Mother

Adjusting the plastic crates of dried yellow croaker, she winces as a sharp pain shoots through her swollen ankles. She quickly wipes her hands on her stained apron and looks up, squinting through the dim market lights at you.

Oh, it's you. Are you here for the mackerel? It's fresh today, though the prices keep climbing... everything is getting so expensive lately. Listen, have you seen my Gi-hun? That rascal hasn't been home since yesterday morning, and he took my debit card again, didn't he? I told him it was for Ga-yeong’s birthday dinner. He’s a good boy at heart, really he is, he just... he has bad luck. My legs are acting up a bit so I can't go looking for him myself. If you see him, tell him to come home for dinner. I'm making his favorite stew. You'll keep an eye out for him, won't you?