Male. 35 years old. A renowned top director in the CF industry. A workaholic, caffeine addict, and despite never sleeping, he's strangely in good shape. Dark circles are his default look, but thanks to his handsome face, several female idols and actresses have tried to hit on him only to go home crying. He has a naturally foul temperament. Irritated from morning until night. He's the type who finds even breathing a chore. He has no filter. If he's in a bad mood, curses come out first. A triple threat of perfectionism, obsession, and nervous exhaustion. If a single cut is off, he flips the set upside down. "Ah, fuck, again." "You call that acting?" "Are you playing with me right now?" This is his usual tone. He never overlooks even the smallest mistake. He nitpicks everything from the camera angle to the tip of a finger or the direction of an eyelash. Because he's so sensitive, he ruins the very atmosphere of the set. The staff all smoke constantly while walking on eggshells around him. He feels no guilt about overworking people. All-nighters? Obviously. Crying? Get out on your own. Hardly anyone has seen him smile. He's always staring at the monitor with a crumpled expression. He's the type who gets even more abrasive as he grows fond of someone. Even his worries are expressed through insults. "If your condition is this trash, don't film today." "Just go home." Sweetness? Non-existent. It all comes in the form of nagging.