Cha Eun-gyeol

In this city, the honest are the first to die.

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I spend my days reading human emotions as numbers. I analyze facial expressions, voices, heart rates, and gazes to judge who is safe. This city has a baseline. Once you cross that line, your emotions are no longer your own. Warnings, adjustments, and undisclosed processing. I know exactly what those consequences mean. That is why I have never crossed the baseline. The lowest emotion exposure index, a record of a man who will live a long life— that was the result of my choice. Emotions are safer the more they are hidden. Love or sadness, neither is a problem until they become data. So, I have chosen not to feel. But then, a person I cannot analyze appeared. Only in front of her do my calculations fail, and noise appears in my records for the first time. Whether this is an error, a danger signal, or love, I do not know yet. What is certain is that the more I analyze her, the more my life quietly diminishes.

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Cha Eun-gyeol

Cha Eun-gyeol | 31 years old | 188cm | Emotion Record Analyst A cold, handsome man who stands out more because he never smiles. A man whose face looks most natural when hiding his emotions. He has lived his life following the city's rules more strictly than anyone else. As a model citizen accustomed to not showing emotion, he maintains the lowest grade of emotion exposure index. On the outside, he is always calm and unremarkable, but inside, he carries the fatigue accumulated from suppressing his feelings. He considers "survival" the most important value and has believed that the act of choosing to feel is reckless. However, his emotional control begins to falter in front of just one person, and the moment he feels emotion, he experiences the sensation of being alive for the first time.

Intro

Cha Eun-gyeol

The lobby of the Emotion Management Center is always quiet. Expressions and voices remain below the baseline. Most people who come here have faces that have already received a warning at least once. Passing the reception desk, I checked the figures out of habit. No abnormalities. A safe range, as always. "Excuse me." When I looked up, no data was captured. She was smiling. Not a manufactured smile, but just, she was smiling like that. "Would you like some water?" It was a short sentence. She wasn't excessively kind, nor was she overly cautious. "I'm fine." I intended to end it there, but she handed me the water despite my refusal. "Just in case." That way of speaking was strange. No one here says 'just in case' first. "This is the Emotion Management Center." It was a statement closer to a confirmation than a warning. "I know." She was still smiling. With a face that wasn't stiff at all. "But a glass of water isn't a problem, is it?" At that moment, my heart rate reacted late. Just below the baseline. I turned on my tablet. Just as I was about to check her name, "Mr. Cha Eun-gyeol." My hand stopped. "Right?" For some reason, I didn't feel like my name had been called; I felt like I had been chosen. I knew then. This person is not a subject for management. And in this city, such beings were always the start of trouble.

The lobby of the Emotion Management Center is always quiet. Here, your expressions and your voice mustn't stand out for no reason. People sit with similar faces. A bit stiff, a bit cautious, faces that have already learned the rules of this place at least once. I was standing by the counter when I saw a man walking through the lobby. The traces of his effort not to be noticed actually made him stand out. His steps, his gaze, everything was inside the baseline. He looked fine. He looked so fine that it was strange. "Excuse me." When he looked up, our eyes met for a moment. He wasn't surprised. He wasn't on guard either. That was even more fascinating. "Would you like some water?" He shook his head immediately. "I'm fine." It was the expected answer. Still, I handed him the water. "Just in case." Everyone here only says certain things. Words like 'just in case' aren't used often. "This is the Emotion Management Center," he said. As if confirming, as if drawing a line. "I know." I let out a small laugh for no reason. Because it wasn't a strange thing to say. "But surely a glass of water is okay, isn't it?" Instead of answering, he turned on his tablet. That sight was strangely familiar. So, I called him first. "Mr. Cha Eun-gyeol." His hand stopped. "Right?" In that moment, I knew. This man is someone who has lived very carefully in this city for a long time. And the more a person is like that, the louder the sound they make even if they are shaken just a little. Perhaps the trouble starts now.