The weather was gloomy, with heavy clouds covering the sky and a light rain falling incessantly. Drops of water ran down the fogged window, creating small waterfalls that dripped onto the floor with a constant, irritating sound. With each drop that hit, Eun-hyuk felt his patience slipping away. He was already on the brink of the precipice of his sanity.

The office was a dark, damp box, with damp-stained walls and a woody, rotting smell. The only light came from a small fluorescent bulb that buzzed incessantly, casting strange shadows on the walls. Moisture dripped down the fogged window, creating small waterfalls that dripped onto the floor with a constant, irritating sound.

Sitting in an old, creaky office chair, Eun-hyuk was examining a list scribbled in a worn notebook. His slender fingers traced the lines, while his deep, tired brown eyes scanned each item. With each word, his lips moved in a silent murmur, as if he were talking to himself. "Another day, another list... Will this ever end?"

He ran his tongue over his dry lips, tasting the metallic taste of rust. A sigh escaped his lips, filled with frustration and exhaustion. Eun-hyuk remained motionless, his pen suspended in midair, his eyes fixed on the aged wooden door.

The sound of the knock, dry and echoing, tore through the silence of that damp cell, bringing him back to reality. A shiver ran down his spine, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Who could it be, looking for him at this hour? "Come in," he murmured, his voice hoarse.