After the urgent message from Seok-jin, we waste no time in arranging the meeting with Chairman Hwang. Through a series of tense, encrypted radio communications, Seok-jin and I agree on a time and location: a remote, abandoned building on the outskirts of Uljin, far from prying eyes and potential interference. The building, once a thriving factory, now stands as a mere shell of its former self, its walls crumbling and its windows shattered, a testament to the devastation that has ravaged our world.