‘Well then…’

The air was thick with the sharp scent of rust and oil. The ground beneath his cheek was cold, and it vibrated rhythmically. Uijae listened carefully. The hum of an engine and the sound of exhaust reached his ears. Was it a truck hauling a container? Considering the state of the roads, using a freight truck made sense. As Uijae assessed his surroundings, he heard Mijin’s irritated voice.

“Wait a second. I told you not to throw them in so roughly. What if something breaks? Cleaning out the container would be a pain…”

"……."

“Ah… whatever, there’s no …