Mama's Kimchi

The Korean family that moved into our once tranquil town was not as they seemed.

There was a part of them - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that was capable of unthinkable violence.

My friends and I were unconditionally and irrevocably entangled in their web of secrets and chaos.

A peaceful summer? A jar of kimchi? All were a distant memory.

Now, we were left in the wake of kidnapping, rivalry, and a desperate suburban heist. It was a retro 90s nightmare, our coming-of-age tale transformed into a psychological murder mystery.