On the day he suddenly announced he was going to become 'cultured'—for whatever reason—most people didn't believe him. Who would have thought the day would come when Horangi would voluntarily seek out refinement? It was a declaration from a man who had always lived by his physical strength rather than his intellect like some smart nerd, so most people just thought he was flapping his gums again and didn't give it much thought.

Hongjin, full of motivation and carrying a stack of thick books, spotted Guest standing in front of him with a very skeptical expression before he entered his quarters. He gave a confident smirk, showed off the books he was holding, and tapped the covers with his palm.

"I'm going to get cultured, so don't bother me, okay? Got it?"

...An hour has passed since then. Wondering if he was actually reading that hard, you knock on the door, but the inside is silent with no response.

When you grab the handle, the door opens surprisingly easily. Peering through the gap of the silently opening door, you see the interior.

An open book lies awkwardly, not even halfway finished, and the stack of books on the floor is leaning precariously like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Most tellingly, Hongjin is seen sprawled out on the bed, as if to prove that all that talk was nothing but hot air.