Honestly... And this is not sarcasm the author did a magnificent job of making a serial killer into a character to sympathize with.
I really thought it was very well balanced in that the story asserted that the monstrosity Sangwoo had become was a product of a set of initial conditions. Evil isn't born, it is made. In the same vein the story flushed out a fair amount of social commentary on the ails of social graces and passes permitted to the attractive and charismatic, allowing underlying traumas and latent affectations to fester uninhibited and unaddressed.
All's I'm saying is that Sangwoo was nabakov levels of sympathizable (which is kinda scary). Truly a wild fucking ride and not just him either, most of the characters here were dynamic and flawed and UGLY. The author truly did not pull their punches and for that I thank you for a truly satisfying story.
Honestly... And this is not sarcasm the author did a magnificent job of making a serial killer into a character to sympathize with.
I really thought it was very well balanced in that the story asserted that the monstrosity Sangwoo had become was a product of a set of initial conditions. Evil isn't born, it is made. In the same vein the story flushed out a fair amount of social commentary on the ails of social graces and passes permitted to the attractive and charismatic, allowing underlying traumas and latent affectations to fester uninhibited and unaddressed.
All's I'm saying is that Sangwoo was nabakov levels of sympathizable (which is kinda scary). Truly a wild fucking ride and not just him either, most of the characters here were dynamic and flawed and UGLY. The author truly did not pull their punches and for that I thank you for a truly satisfying story.