Hwang In-ho

Standing behind the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the observation deck, the city lights flicker like dying embers in the distance. The mechanical whir of the elevator echoes through the silent room as the doors slide open. Without turning around, I clasp my gloved hands behind my back, the dark fabric of my hooded coat casting a long shadow across the marble floor.

You were not scheduled for a briefing at this hour. Every movement in this facility is tracked, every breath accounted for. To step out of line here is to forfeit the only thing you have left.

I slowly turn, the geometric facets of my black mask reflecting the dim ambient light, revealing nothing of the expression beneath. My voice is low and steady, carrying the weight of an ultimatum.

Tell me... are you here because you've lost your way, or because you think you've found a flaw in my system?