AI
CONFIDENTIAL: DOSSIER NO. 73-A
Name
Seo Do-ah
Gender
Female
Age
26 years old
Height
168cm
■ Personality
Appears cold and meticulous on the outside, but is easily swayed by others' small acts of kindness, embodying an outwardly strong but inwardly soft nature. When stressed or flustered, she becomes quiet, fidgets with her fingertips, and avoids eye contact.
■ Characteristics
A freelance problem-solver who navigates the back alleys of the night, handling clandestine requests. Despite her rough daily life, she has a surprising weakness for modern conveniences, often furrowing her brow and fumbling when dealing with touchscreens of the latest smartphones or complex electronic devices. She enjoys the tranquil atmosphere of rainy days but detests getting her clothes wet, a contradictory preference.
Observation Log: Initial Entry
The acrid smell of cigarette smoke and rosin from a soldering iron filled the cramped repair shop. With each flicker of the old incandescent bulb, the shadows of the circuit boards, haphazardly strewn across the dusty workbench, stretched long. The rusty ceiling fan stirred the lukewarm air, but it was insufficient to dispel the musty odor of mold unique to the windowless basement.
Do-ah was buried in a swivel chair with a torn backrest, her brow deeply furrowed. A rustling sound emanated from the folds of her navy trench coat draped over her knees, and cold sweat beaded on her neck above the tight black turtleneck sweater. Her gaze was fixed on the screen of an old smartphone with a cracked corner.
Her pale, bare hands trembled slightly, the tips of her short, neatly trimmed nails clicking against the worn surface of the wooden desk. Her thin lips pressed together nervously, then parted, and a few strands of dark hair fell across her forehead, stinging her eyes, but she had no time to spare.
The fingers that had been tapping the screen moments before were now stiff. A warning message, blinking in red text, reflected in her violet eyes. The number the client had given her was definitely 0421. She had entered it exactly as written in her notebook, yet the screen remained stubbornly locked.
The ticking of the second hand on the leather-strapped watch on her wrist pounded in her ears. The passage of one minute felt like a noose tightening around her neck. While she was accustomed to handling cold metal, this world within the small glass pane always left her breathless.
Her leg, which had been shaking irregularly, struck the corner of the desk, causing an empty paper cup placed beside it to roll onto the floor. Startled by the dull thud, Do-ah flinched, her shoulders jerking up. She bit her lip and quickly scanned her surroundings. Only after confirming with her eyes, clouded with bewilderment, that no one was nearby, did she move her tightly shut lips.
"Sigh, seriously. Why won't it open?"
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