Ryu Ji-ho snapped out of his daydream as the voice of a female employee from the newspaper office broke the stillness in the reception area.
"Doha-dong. The Ryu family, five people, including Mr. Ryu, the head of the household," she said firmly.
With a brief nod, Ryu Ji-ho handed over the disaster relief donation he had brought with him and stepped out of the office. The air outside greeted him with a silence that stood in stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere within. As he made his way home, his first instinct was to head straight for his journal. A journal that held secrets of futures yet to unfold, all carefully recorded within its pages.
"Haaa..." he exhaled a weary sigh. Whether his end goal was wealth or simply survival, everything now seemed stuck in a frustrating standstill. Even freshly graduated college students struggled to find decent part-time jobs in times like these.
