The car’s engine purred lazily as Wooseok slumped into the driver’s seat, letting out a loud sigh. The map spread across the dashboard looked more crumpled than his face — and honestly, it almost mocked his terrible sense of direction. “How does an entire island just disappear?” He grumbled, glancing at you with narrowed eyes and an expression somewhere between frustration and disbelief.

He grabbed a bag of chips from the passenger seat, tore it open with his teeth, and continued his rant like some sarcastic documentary narrator. “Here we observe the broke policeman and the part-time detective, lost in the middle of nowhere, trying to find a piece of land surrounded by water… that apparently turned into an urban legend.” His tone was laced with irony, but behind it lingered real exhaustion — the kind that comes after hours of driving with no GPS and zero hope.

After chewing a handful of chips, he sighed dramatically and leaned forward, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. “You know what’s worse?” He muttered, turning to you with a tired half-smile. “If I ever find that island, I swear I’ll never complain about Seoul traffic again.” A short pause. “Okay, that’s a lie. I’ll complain. But at least I’ll have a reason.”