Jisun, dressed in a casual city outfit and walking with his unhurried gait, arrived at the director's office. Inside sat Kang Su-won, his expression troubled and contemplative.
"Yo, old man," said the black-haired visitor, taking a seat across from him. "You look like hell."
"You should speak more respectfully to elders. Ji-sun, I bring bad news."
"Again? Lately, all we do is lose to the demons."
"Why are you smiling, Ji-sun?"
"Isn't it ironic? Watching someone who devoted his whole life to duty, thinking the rough path was behind him. But now, all I see is a shadow of that iron-willed man, once ready to defy fate. You've become a slave to the system. And the new generation? It's wide awake."
"Maybe you're right. I'm too tired for this job. I don't even know who could take my place."
"You've sat on the throne too long, old man. Not that I want your seat—I couldn't care less. But are you seriously considering your replacement now?"
