Seok-jin finds me early in the morning, his face drawn with the stress of the latest developments. As we walk through the makeshift pathways that connect our shelter, his steps are quick, matching the urgency of his news. The air is crisp and cool, and the sun has yet to fully rise over the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground.
"We've lost track of the Bugu town people," he says without preamble, his voice tight with concern. "They've headed towards Donghae, which as you know, is heavily controlled by the government. It's difficult for us to operate there without drawing unwanted attention. Our contacts in the area are limited, and we risk exposing our network if we try to intervene directly."
