Reonghee and I are illegal aliens. Yesterday, Reonghee died while running away from the Immigrant Office Agents. The company we worked for is only concerned about covering up the mess. I'm going to find Reonghee, whose body the company has hidden somewhere, and give her a funeral that she deserves.

Alien

Women who passed the middle of their lives needed cookies, coffee, and lunch boxes. Four middle-aged women went on a picnic in a park in the middle of a complex city. There is no correct answer for them who just eat, drink, laugh, and chat.