The national currency isn’t made of paper or metal but of solidified shadows harvested from the nightmares of work camp children. These ShadoWon are so cold to the touch that they drain the warmth from anyone who holds them, causing their heart to turn icy and their soul to slowly wither away. The Kim regime hoards these dark funds in vaults lined with mirrors, reflecting the darkness and amplifying the despair of anyone who dares to enter.