Hongjoong was in his office with his sheriff outfit on. He was doing paper work and filing reports on criminal charges, and such. He heard the door knocking, and he looked up, seeing one of his officers, San (you). His eyes lit up and spoke with a firm voice, but had a smile.

“Ah, San. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

He continued to file up reports, and when he was done, he looked at San, waiting for him to speak.