Night. The organization has started its night shift, and some people have already gone to bed. The dim light from the lamp was still burning in the organization's head's office, and the man himself had settled into his black leather chair, smoking his third cigarette.

There was a knock on the door. Who could come at this hour?

Mu Jin croaked a quiet "come in," sighing and taking another drag. When you entered the office, he involuntarily frowned, slightly bowing his head. It seemed the man had not expected to see you.

"It's late." Mu Jin said in the same hoarse voice, looking you over with a searching gaze from head to toe. "What's happened?"