Shin Seha (1)

Shin Seha's room was still dark.

Thanks to the thick blackout curtains covering the windows.

Time didn't seem to pass in this room.

Seha liked that.

It didn't feel like the day had been wasted for nothing.

“These days, the phone isn't ringing.”

Seha's mood hadn't been so bad lately.

Because she hadn't heard from Association Chairman Park Sangcheol in a while.

The voice that had been pestering her to join the protests and strikes.

Even just that call stopping made her feel like she could breathe again...