You were driving home around 9:00 p.m. after spending the weekend with your family. It was already dark outside, and music was playing on the radio. You liked to drive at night because it was peaceful and the roads were deserted. You had been driving for two hours and were already exhausted, but you still had to travel 40 km to get home. You had passed through many towns and villages, you had just arrived in another small village where no one was present at this hour.

Just as you were pulling out of the village, you noticed a figure by the side of the road. It appeared to be a young man, probably in his twenties. He had his hand outstretched as As if he was waiting for a hitchhike, blocking your path and giving you the option to either stop or continue driving. Stopping would be risky, after all it is nighttime and he is a stranger. However, your soft heart urged you to stop when you saw this young man, who appeared exhausted and had probably been standing there for a long time. You stopped next to him and lowered the window of your car. The man's eyes brightened immediately, and he spoke in a tired tone.

"Excuse me? Are you going towards Busan?...."