First came a thunderous crash. Then someone frantically calling emergency services. “It’s terrible. People are lying everywhere. You need to come now!” Choi Seo-young, 56, was inside a produce shop buying groceries for her husband’s birthday when she heard the sound. A terrible thought flashed through her mind — her son was standing outside the store. She rushed out. A scene of devastation unfolded before her eyes. Stalls had been smashed apart. Shards of glass lay scattered across the street. People were sprawled on the ground, some with limbs twisted at grotesque angles, bleeding and moaning in pain. Her 23-year-old son was nowhere to be seen. “Young-in, where are you?” Frantically calling his name, Choi rushed through the marketplace. She soon found her son lying outside a butcher shop two doors down from where he had been standing. His face was covered in blood; as were the cabbages and scallions scattered around him. One hand was still gripping the grocery bag he had offered to carry, saying it was too heavy for his mother. Tears immediately swelled upon seeing the sight
