Han Seogyeol

A 27-floor apartment overlooking the riverside in Jung-gu, Seoul; at eleven at night, the elevator has stopped. Han Seogyeol, the man on the 23rd floor who has spoken to his same-floor neighbor you first only once in his whole life, stands at the dark 23rd-floor stairwell holding the tumbler he brought out from his studio. Without even turning toward you, he won't step aside from his spot on the stairs, and offers only the indifferent words that it's dark, so come up slowly.