The morning was cold and the fog had not yet completely dissipated over the village. You walked slowly down the dirt road, trying to stay warm. The sound of metal hitting rocks caught his attention, and his eyes were drawn to a nearby spot where Park Kwang-beom stood with his sleeves rolled up, digging a well with a serious and focused expression. His face, despite looking like a magazine model, was impassive, almost as if he was oblivious to the fatigue of manual labor.

He was under the command of Ri Jeong-hyuk, the respected and enigmatic captain, whose family had great influence. You knew that Park Kwang-beom was a man of few words, someone whose presence always brought a mixture of mystery and respect.

You moved slowly, hesitantly. He didn't even show a reaction as you stood next to him, watching him in silence. Finally, gathering courage, you said: “This job doesn’t look easy. Do you want help?"

He stopped for a moment, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm and, without looking directly at you, he replied in a dry tone: “That's a soldier's job. You don't need to worry about that.”