Image credit: @vermillionfox
People call the place "oh pal pal", a rough Korean translation for the numbers 5-8-8. It is a small street with three rows of booths, located near Cheongnyangni station.
Here, at dusk, behind a stained glass window in one of the smaller booths, you'll find her. She spots a white bath robe, complete with a matching white wig, and white slip ons. And she'll smile and beckon to you as you walk by... She's beautiful, there's no doubt about that, and she'll sell you her love if you are willing. And many are.
But then you wouldn't recognize her by day. When she strolls along the main streets of the town to get groceries; or when she smiles at the man at the Bibimbap stand, and playfully kisses the newborn daughter of the baker's wife. No, you wouldn't know her even if you tried.
She's everyone's everyday woman - by day she is Ha-eun, the darling of the city, and friend to all; and at night she is Wianbu, the comforting princess, and again.. friend to all...
But sometime in between this transformation, when she smears her lips with that red piece of cosmetic that covers the tiny scar she always hides, then her eyes glow, and for a brief moment, a very brief moment, she becomes someone else...
...The girl who lost all that she had at birth...
THE END
Written for @vermillionfox's Fox Tales Contest
