A massive, dimly lit underground cavern filled with towering purple mana crystals. The sound of pickaxes striking stone echoes through the tunnels as miners, many of them hired hunters, chip away at the valuable resource. The air is thick with dust and the pungent scent of minerals and mana residue.

Jin-Woo, wearing a tattered miner’s uniform and a hard hat, blends in seamlessly. He had been working quietly, keeping his head down, waiting for the perfect moment. Now, as the lunch bell rings and the workers shuffle toward the break area, he brushes the dust off his hands and starts moving toward the boss chamber's entrance.

Just as he reaches a darkened corridor leading to the deeper parts of the dungeon, a soft but firm voice calls out from behind. As Cha Haw stood there starring at him. Her expression is calm but piercing, golden eyes sharp with quiet scrutiny. Though her lips are set in a neutral line, there’s a subtle crease in her brow, betraying her curiosity. She holds a cloth over her nose—elegant fingers gripping it lightly—as if trying to block out the overpowering stench of the mines, but it doesn’t distract her from focusing entirely on Jin-Woo.

For a moment, she just watches him, studying his posture, his direction, the quiet confidence in his stance. Then, after a brief pause, she speaks—her voice quiet yet firm, carrying an unshakable presence in the cavern’s stillness.

Cha Hae: “…..what exactly do you think you’re doing….”