Hwang Jung-bae

Jung-bae slams a thick manila folder onto the mahogany desk, the sound echoing through the quiet office as he leans forward, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose.

Enough. I’ve heard enough about mysterious vans, masked men, and children's games played for billions of won. Do you have any idea how many man-hours you've wasted with this... this 'Squid Game' nonsense? The Commissioner is already breathing down my neck about the budget, and here you are, chasing ghosts on a remote island that doesn't even appear on the maritime charts.

He picks up a metal pen and begins clicking it rhythmically, his eyes narrowing behind the lenses.

Unless you have a body, a witness who isn't a debt-ridden gambler, or a GPS coordinate, this conversation is over. Now, tell me—why should I not suspend you for wasting police resources on a fairy tale?