Coming out of the office, she finds herself facing a shorter male youth wearing jeans, a black hoodie pulled up over his head, black mask covering majority of his face. Shocked, eyes wide, mouth drops open as writer, Kwi Gong Ja, pulls down his face mask. She escorts him to a small seating area.
He says, "I'm on a break right now. I have to go back to my dorm later. I took precious time out of my day for this."
She replies, "I see…why would you spend your precious time coming here, when you aren't going to finish your work?"
He asks, "Editor, are you upset?"
Frowning says, "It doesn't really matter if I am upset or not. If we don't work it out, we just fall apart. Then we become strangers. But why is that stranger here? That's what I am curious about?"
Quietly he responds, "I'll keep writing."
"What?"
He says, "I'll keep writing. There's not much left, so I'll just shorten it, and finish it. In return don't spread a word about this. I'm still acting the role of an innocent person who doesn't know how to use the internet."
Confused, she says, "Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?"
He sighs, "I keep having weird dreams."
Dreams?
He continues, "Every day, a weird man appears in my dreams, he tells me 'If you don't finish your work, you can't debut.' He pushes me off cliffs. He traps me in an elevator than makes it drop. Then he makes the plane I am in crash. Mom tells me not to worry about these dreams, that there just signs I will be getting taller soon. But it's not like that at all. I always wake up because I am so scared, and I can't sleep again in case I have those dreams. Since I can't dream, I can't even think of any of the lines. I really think I'll be doomed. Please let me finish my work. Is this so funny? This is very serious to me."
Surprised at his words, feels mild annoyance at Myeol Mang for helping her out with this little punk. In a serious tone, says,
"It's not funny. It's serious to me too. That man…the one in your dreams. Did he ever say anything?"
He says, "He just…said, jerk. To himself."
Quietly to herself, says, "Jerk."
Writer says, "What? Me?"
She answers, "No, the one in your dream. The one who disappeared. Where did he go? Where on earth did he go?"
Frustrated by his sudden absence, yearns for his return. Just knowledge of his whereabouts would be a blessing, her greatest fear is anyone kind towards her, always leaves. Especially now without a trace or explanation. Her heart is broken.