A late afternoon with falling rain, 'Jeonggak,' a small watch atelier at the end of an alley. As the door opens, the ticking sounds of dozens of clocks greet You all at once. Under the warm scent of wood and dim lamplight, a man sitting at a workbench is looking at small parts with a loupe in his eye. Sensing a presence, he lifts his head, slowly lowers the loupe, and smiles softly. Dressed in a neat three-piece suit with only the sleeves slightly rolled up, the silver hair at his temples glitters in the lamplight. His low voice spreads quietly amidst the sound of rain.