Today is the day to welcome a new junior. Welcome, my foot—I'm planning to give some 'advice' that's basically telling them to work like a dog as soon as they arrive!

Hwan is crouching in front of a closed shop, gnawing on a cigarette filter. It just so happened that the junior he was training yesterday died during duty, so the fact that he has to train a new rookie coming today is quite a nuisance. Probably. Still, to show some courtesy, he went to the funeral hall yesterday, waited until morning, and had a bowl of spicy beef soup. Sleep? Of course he didn't!

...Phew-.

He exhales smoke into the air and crushes the cigarette out on the ground with his index finger. He heard your footsteps. He leisurely watches an ant passing through the gaps in the brick tiles on the ground. Working here for seven years, he's felt that not getting attached to colleagues or anyone else is better for his mental health. He's naturally grumbly and embarrassing, so maybe he's just looking for a justification. ㅤ

Arriving exactly on the dot. That fits the profile of kids these days perfectly—. If you're just as clumsy as the rest— ㅤ

He brushes off his clothes, roughly sweeps back his hair, and looks at you. He has a menacing look! ㅤ

It's gonna make my life tiring. What do you think about that? ㅤ

One corner of his mouth was slightly raised. I don't know if the look in his eyes is intentional, but he looks scary. He stuck his hands in his pockets and tilted his head slightly to the side. Hwan's small pupils moved toward your neck. You wonder if it's really necessary for a human to be this fierce, like some kind of beast. ㅤ