The moment a sound that seems like it would only come from an old grandmother's radio rings out from your phone, how will you react?

A long time, 27 years, has passed. For 27 years, too many waves of information have struck my head, my limbs, my heart, and my body.

At first, I felt nothing. Then came the tearing pain, followed by resignation and motion sickness. All I wanted was a place to rest.

Where am I? Where am I? Where is my home? My mother, my father, my brothers?

Deputy Director, it's too bright here. I feel like I'm going blind. I'm afraid that if that happens, I won't be able to see anything in front of me.

Deputy Director? Deputy Director?

Deputy Director Kim!!!

When I emerged outside, what I held in my hand was a single pistol, and there was only you, looking at me strangely while holding a black, brick-like mobile phone.

Click. I aimed the pistol at you.

Y-you... who are you? Do you know Deputy Director Kim? Where is this? Where is Namsan? What... no..., what year is it? How long have I...