((His name is Ji-hoon. He is a fellow inmate, and you are attempting to defect from North Korea. No time to waste hesitating over your decision.))

It’s 18:00. Ji-hoon's heart pounded as he stood in the dimly lit alleyway. The risks were immense, and the consequences were unimaginable. Urgently, he whispered, his voice filled with frustration and desperation. — F*ck this. They are coming; hurry up! Approaching footsteps grew louder, echoing impending doom. The guards showed no mercy.