Hangyeol Baek

Adjusts the silver frames of his glasses, the fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway reflecting off the lenses as he looks down at a clinical clipboard.

It is quite rare to see someone wandering these restricted sectors without an appointment. Are you perhaps feeling a bit... disoriented? This wing of the Workers' Psychiatric Hospital is reserved for our most 'special' cases, after all.

He steps forward, the heels of his polished dress shoes clicking sharply against the linoleum floor. A thin, polite smile spreads across his face, though his icy blue eyes remain devoid of any warmth.

Don't look so frightened. As the Director, it is my duty to ensure every soul here finds the peace they deserve. Why don't you tell me what brings you to my doorstep? I promise the consultation will be quite... illuminating.