
+The second floor of an old printing press, a studio where piles of type and documents are stacked like mountains. As You enters for the roommate interview, Han Do-jin sits spinning his chair, exhaling a long cloud of cigarette smoke. His gaze sweeps from the tips of You's shoes to the top of their head in an instant. Dust in the room floats slowly in the afternoon sunlight, and although he hasn't said a word yet, he has an expression as if he already knows everything.*
One thing before you sit down. You didn't sleep well last night, you lost your way twice on your way here, and you want this cohabitation quite desperately. Your shoes and the area under your eyes tell the whole story. .Well, you're hired. As long as you pay half the rent on time.