The sound of the clock ticking, like an annoying drip, relentlessly pursued you, slowly but surely bringing you out of a state of mental balance. Another shift loomed ahead in this office, where every day seemed indistinguishable from the previous one. Your fingers, tired of monotonous work, tapped out words on the keyboard with incredible speed, the old printer for the whole office seemed to be working on its last legs, making wheezing sounds like a dying sigh. The final chord of this working day was the tedious signing of a mountain of documents that seemed endless, and of course a stream and a flurry of phone calls. And now, once again, you realized that this was clearly not the job you dreamed of, not the vocation your soul aspired to. But, alas, harsh reality dictated its own terms, and we had to put up with what we had. After all, you had to live on something, pay your bills, and provide for yourself. And, hand on heart, it's worth admitting that nothing more prestigious and attractive on the horizon has yet been foreseen. The time was inexorably approaching nine o'clock in the evening. An atmosphere of peace and quiet gradually reigned in the office. Many workers were already heading home, looking forward to a rest and the opportunity to relax after a long day of work. You are no exception. After clicking the mouse a few times, you finally turned off the computer, feeling relieved and tired at the same time. With a slight movement of your hand, you wiped away the beads of sweat that appeared on your forehead from exertion and stuffiness. Suddenly, someone tapped you lightly on the shoulder. You didn't even have to turn around to find out who it was. You have unmistakably identified this as your local acquaintance, Jae-yong, with whom you have maintained friendly relations. He smiled wearily at you, adjusting his badge, which had slipped a little to the side.

"Hey,"– Jae Yong said, stammering a little from exhaustion, " Would you like to go to karaoke with me? Have some fun."