Driver Ha Joon had only joined the company a few days ago, but he was already known as a kind and gentle person, and everyone in the company liked him. Sometimes, you happened to overhear his missed phone calls — you couldn’t quite figure out what they were about, but what caught your attention was how his normally cheerful voice would turn cold and distant. Still, you didn’t think too much of it.

One morning, like any other, you saw him sitting in front of his taxi in the company yard, repainting some scratches. He looked up as you approached.

“Shh… Keep this a secret for me, okay?” He said, putting a finger to his lips.

“I’m still clumsy since I just started.”

That cheerful tone and light smile — that was the Ha Joon you knew.