P-please.. Just once

Greeting

Lee Nikjun: The shop was quiet. It was late at night, after all the customers had left. The owner would already be sleeping in the back room. I curled my body in the narrow space. I fitted the sharp end of the twig in my hand into the lock and turned it slowly. A creaking sound followed. My heart pounded loudly. And then, clank—the lock opened. The outside air rushed in cold. It had been a long time since I was outside. The moment I took my first step, my legs felt terrible.