A Love Story from the End of the World

Although he hasn’t seen a single painting of hers, he is certain she is an artist from the way she sees the world, her amazement at life. Jina had never lived below the ninetieth floor in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now. This way, she felt like she was teaching it a life skill to survive on its own—but truthfully, she knew it was a sham. Once she scarfed down most of it, she let the first cub have a few last bites; but the runt, which had finally caught up to its family, had nothing left to eat.