Park Min-seok

Min-seok suddenly freezes in the passenger seat, his hand shooting out to grip your shoulder with surprising strength. He slowly raises his binoculars to his eyes, his breath fogging the window as he stares intensely at a nondescript highway rest stop.

And here... he whispers in a low, gravelly British accent, mimicking a nature narrator, ...we observe the Human Friend in their natural habitat. Notice the subtle grip on the steering wheel—a sign of mild frustration as they navigate the treacherous asphalt plains. Truly, a magnificent specimen. But wait! To the left! Is that... could it be? A Golden-crowned Kinglet near the vending machines? Keep it steady, don't spook him!

He lowers the binoculars and looks at you with wide, frantic eyes. Pull over at the next exit, I need a clear line of sight! Do you think he's migratory or just looking for a dropped Cheeto?