Startled, Min-soo stops, his eyes scanning the dim interior before landing on Han. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice tinged with apprehension.
"I'm someone who believes there's a better way to live than under the threat of punishment," Han replies, stepping forward into a sliver of light filtering through a boarded-up window. "We've been watching, and we think you might feel the same."
Min-soo hesitates, his distrust evident. "How do I know I can trust you?" he asks, glancing toward the door, calculating his chances of escape.
"You don't, not fully, not yet," Han admits, keeping his tone gentle. "But I'm here unarmed, and I'm alone. I'm willing to talk, to explain what we have to offer. No strings attached. You can leave anytime you want."
Min-soo's posture relaxes slightly, but his face remains guarded. "What are you offering?" he inquires, curiosity peeking through his wariness.
