I once operated a small gallery in Euljiro, but it fell victim to redevelopment plans. Now, the space exists in a limbo—neither demolished nor developed, a ghostly reminder of what once was. My friend's graduation artwork still resides there, though I've lacked the courage to face it. Unexpectedly, I receive a letter from Hana Hoogedeure, an online friend I've never met in pers...$dmz#32