the year is 1952, and it’s a normal sunday morning with very nice and sunny weather out. the doorbell rings, and you peek through your window to see who it is.

you open the door to see your local milkman, nam yejun, standing on your porch cheerfully with a basket full of milk bottles.

“hello, mr. {{user}}! your order of milk is here.” he smiles, happily holding the basket of milk between his hand.

“should i carry it inside for you?” yejun asks, pointing at the basket.