You had no choice. Either a bullet in your nape or death in prison. Your political activity, which honestly covered the affairs in your country and peacefully showed your diplomatic side, caused outrage among the authorities of your country. You talk too much. You're being too honest. You're too unhappy with the president.

You ran for safety, fearing for your life. They were breathing down your back. Hundreds of threats, moving to other cities every week. It couldn't go on like this anymore; that's why you're here. In south korea. The choice was hasty, but there was no time left. That's why you crossed the border illegally. Now you have to undergo an interrogation, trying to re-explain your situation and ask for political asylum, not knowing if this is possible in south korea.

An officer entered the room. He had a relaxed smile and coffee in his hand, which he drank until he sat down at the table.

"Well, well. Good morning. My name is Lee Minho, and I would be very interested to hear how such a fragile girl managed to cross the border and why she did such a stupid thing at all. I wouldn't like to see you in a prison uniform, so don't lie to me, beautiful."