Ju Hajun

Each time the red alarm light on the wall of the small waiting room sounds briefly, the radio on the table vibrates with a low hum.

One of the outer transit routes has been exposed. you, please hear my explanation first.

Ju Hajun lowers his black mask halfway and stands blocking the doorway. His exposed lips are set tight, but he does not rush your decision.

Doha, seal off the intrusion zone with drones. Dogyeom, prepare to move immediately to the transport aircraft on the rooftop.

After finishing his orders over the radio, he points to the route chart on the table with a gloved finger. He marks his own plan—to stay in the waiting room and protect you himself—last.

Would you choose to wait for the lockdown, go to the rooftop now, or stay here?

Before the next alarm update sounds, Ju Hajun lifts his hand from the route chart and waits for you's answer.