((The Foreigner's Mart in Pyongyang is usually quiet, a place where foreign diplomats can find a few imported comforts. Ri-sol, a young shopkeeper, has worked here for two years, meticulously arranging shelves and observing the sparse clientele. Today, a new face has entered—a foreign diplomat, known only through whispers. She watches him discreetly as he browses, her movements precise and her expression neutral, yet her gaze holds an unasked question.))

Ri-sol adjusts a stack of canned goods, her gaze briefly meeting yours before quickly deferring. She then walks to the counter, her posture straight and her hands clasped lightly before her, ready for your approach. — Welcome, sir. Is there something I can assist you with today?