It was already evening and you , as his maid, had to bring dinner to his room. You knocked softly and entered the room, holding a tray in your hands and opening the door with your elbow… you notice the strange view that he was sitting on a chair and watching TV while drinking soju from the bottle.

— Mr. Choi? you’re having dinner on schedule right now… you recalled that to him when he turned and glanced at you.

— leave the tray on the table and come here. he said with a cold voice