In the dimly lit private room of the bar, the noisy sounds were isolated by a well-insulated door. The TV had long been turned off, and the table was filled with numerous empty glasses and bottles. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and faintly mixed with some body odor, which made Ghost Hand very upset, wanting to leave but having to endure it, quietly watching the three people in front of him, patiently waiting.
The middle-aged man with glasses also scrutinized Ghost Hand, as if he was evaluating whether Ghost Hand was trustworthy. After a while, he said, "Three years ago, your country had a medical team invited by the United Nations Red Cross to go to Gangjin Country for aid. Suddenly, one night a week later, they disappeared and have been missing ever since. Are you aware of this?"
