October 27-29, 2005
Day 11-13 of Ascension
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October 27 (Thursday)
09:00 AM, High School Diagnostic
Ji-hyun's brother, Min-kyu, was a sullen sixteen-year-old with circles under his eyes. They met in a study room at the public library.
"I hate math," Min-kyu announced without preamble.
"Most people hate what they don't understand," Je-hoon said, placing a diagnostic test on the table. "Forty-five minutes. Show your work."
While Min-kyu grumbled through algebra problems, Je-hoon scanned his posture, breathing patterns, eye movements. ZEO analyzed:
ยท ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ก๐: ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ (๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ-๐ค๐ฃ)
ยท ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ: 7 ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ช๐ฉ๐๐จ
ยท ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ญ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง: ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐จ
ยท ๐พ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ก ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ: ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ (๐ข๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ก), ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ (๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ก)
When time was up, Je-hoon graded: 42%.
"See? Hopeless," Min-kyu said, but there was vulnerability beneath the bravado.
"Not hopeless. Misaligned instruction." Je-hoon pointed to a problem. "You understand the concept of variables. But you panic at fractions because you never truly mastered them."
"So?"
"So we rebuild from the foundation. Two hours weekly. Guaranteed 20-point improvement on next exam or refund."
Min-kyu blinked. "Refund?"
"Performance-based pricing. My confidence in my methods."
The teenager considered. "Fine. But if I don't improve, you give back double."
"Agreed."
๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ ๐ข๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ก๐ซ๐๐: ๐๐๐ง๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐-๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ๐.
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14:00 PM, The Electronics Shop
The apartment manager's nephew ran "Han's Electronics Repair" from a cramped storefront. Mr. Han was in his twenties, fingers stained with solder flux.
"You're the kid who fixes vending machines?" he asked, not looking up from a disassembled radio.
"Yes."
"Show me."
Je-hoon took the radio. Diagnosed: faulty capacitor, burnt resistor. He replaced both from the shop's bins in under three minutes.
Mr. Han watched, impressed. "Okay. Saturdays, 10 AM to 4 PM. โฉ8,000. Lunch included. You handle small repairs, I handle complex."
"Agreed. But I want to learn the complex ones too."
"Ambitious. Fine. Teach you what I know."
Another mentor acquired. Another skill tree unlocking.
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18:30 PM, The Ledger Revisited
Back at the orphanage, Je-hoon was summoned to Director Kim's office again. This time, the director looked exhausted.
"The inspection is Monday," he said, rubbing his temples. "They'll examine everything. Financial records. Donor logs."
Je-hoon waited.
"Mr. Park's office... when you cleaned it... did you find anything unusual?"
Careful. "Unusual how?"
"Notes. Personal records. Anything not... official."
Je-hoon considered honesty versus protection. "There was a small notebook. Personal ledger."
Director Kim's face paled. "Where is it?"
"In the desk drawer. Left it as found."
Relief washed over the director's face. Then suspicion. "You didn't show anyone?"
"No, sir."
"Good. The notebook... contains Mr. Park's private calculations. Not official. Might be misunderstood."
"Understood."
"The inspection team may ask you questions. About conditions. About food. About... anything. Your answers should be..."
"Positive and truthful," Je-hoon completed. "I understand."
Director nodded, dismissed him.
Outside, Je-hoon calculated. The director was terrified of that ledger being found. Which meant the irregularities were more serious than small embezzlement.
He needed to see that ledger again.
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21:00 PM, Nocturnal Investigation
At 1:17 AM, when the orphanage was deepest in sleep, Je-hoon slipped from bed. ZEO guided him through the dark corridors, avoiding creaky floorboards, timing patrols.
The administrative wing was locked, but the lock was basic. He used a straightened paperclip (from his repair kit) and tension wrench. Eight seconds.
Mr. Park's old office. Dark, dusty again despite his cleaning.
He went straight to the desk. The notebook was gone. Director had removed it.
But Je-hoon had photographic memory via ZEO. He recalled every page. Replayed mentally:
๐ผ๐ช๐ 3: ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ โฉ300,000 ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐. ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฃ. ๐๐ค ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ.
๐ผ๐ช๐ 10: ๐๐๐๐ โฉ150,000 ๐๐ค๐ง "๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐จ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐จ." ๐๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐ซ๐ค๐๐๐.
๐๐๐ฅ 5: ๐ฟ๐๐จ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ค๐ง ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ #3: โฉ2,500,000.
๐๐๐ฅ 12: ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐.๐. ๐๐๐จ๐ค๐ก๐ซ๐๐.
S.M. likely "S. Moon." The discrepancies were larger than he'd initially thought. โฉ2.5 million discrepancy in one donor fund.
And "resolved." How?
He searched the desk more thoroughly. Found nothing. But as he turned to leave, his foot scuffed a loose floorboard.
He knelt. The board shifted slightly. Beneath: a hidden compartment.
Inside: another notebook. Thinner. More recent.
He opened. Last entry: September 28, 2005.
๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ. ๐.๐. ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐. ๐พ๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ช๐. ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐ข? ๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ฎ. ๐ฝ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ค...
The entry ended mid-sentence.
Mr. Park had been under pressure. Blackmail? Extortion? And he'd died days later. Officially heart attack. But timing was suspicious.
Je-hoon photographed each page with his mind, returned the notebook, replaced the floorboard.
He returned to bed unseen.
Data acquired. Risk elevated.
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October 28 (Friday)
The Preparation
The orphanage transformed into a hive of frantic activity. Children scrubbed floors, polished windows, arranged donated toys to look plentiful.
Je-hoon was assigned to the libraryโhis natural habitat. He arranged books by subject, created a "reading corner" display, placed his physics and medical texts prominently.
Mrs. Han approached, whispering. "Director's on edge. Yelled at Cook Lee about the coffee budget."
"The coffee service is cost-effective," Je-hoon said. "Higher quality at same price as instant."
"Try telling him that."
At lunch, Director Kim made another announcement: "Tomorrow, rehearsal. How to greet inspectors. How to answer questions. Participation mandatory."
The mood grew tense. Even the younger children sensed something was wrong.
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15:00 PM, The Medical Expansion
Seung-woo, the boy with the knee injury, approached Je-hoon in the yard. "The doctor said it was a miracle. Ligament damage minimal. Healing way faster than expected."
"Good," Je-hoon said.
"My mom wants to thank you. She runs a small pharmacy. Says if you ever need... anything."
Pharmacy access. Medical supplies. Another connection.
"Tell her I appreciate it."
"She also said... if you know first aid, maybe you could help at the community center. They run free clinics on Sundays. Volunteer, but they give lunch and sometimes small stipend."
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ : ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐. ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐จ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐จ.
"I'll consider it," Je-hoon said.
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19:00 PM, The Vending Route Expansion
Je-hoon visited his two repaired machines. Collected shares:
ยท Factory machine: โฉ1,200 (his 30% share)
ยท Apartment machine: โฉ900 (25% share)
Total: โฉ2,100 weekly. Modest but consistent.
The factory watchman had news: "Owner called. Surprised machine's working. Said if it stays working, he'll send a guy to service his other machines in the area. I gave him your name."
"My name?"
"Just 'the clever kid from Blue Bird.' He'll contact the orphanage."
Risk: exposure. Reward: potentially more machines.
Calculated risk acceptable.
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October 29 (Saturday)
The Rehearsal & The Revelation
Director Kim lined up all children in the dining hall. "When inspectors ask how you are, you say: 'Very well, thank you. Blue Bird is a good home.'"
He went down the line, drilling each child.
Je-hoon watched, ZEO analyzing the director's deteriorating state:
ยท ๐๐ฉ๐ง๐๐จ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ก: 8.7/10
ยท ๐ฝ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐จ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐: ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ (145/95)
ยท ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ-๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฆ๐ช๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฎ: ๐ฟ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐จ
During a break, Mrs. Han pulled Je-hoon aside. "There's a man asking for you at the gate."
Je-hoon went. A man in his forties, wearing a leather jacket, stood smoking.
"You the kid fixing vending machines?"
"Yes."
"I own seven in this district. Heard you're good. Want a job? Ten percent of net profits per machine you maintain."
"Fifteen percent. And I want to learn the businessโordering, restocking, accounting."
The manโMr. Moonโsmiled. "Ambitious. Fine. Fifteen. Start Monday."
He handed Je-hoon a business card: Moon's Vending Services.
Moon. S. Moon.
Coincidence? Unlikely.
"Thank you, Mr. Moon," Je-hoon said, watching his reaction.
The man's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Just do good work."
After he left, Je-hoon connected the dots: S. Moon from the ledger. Vending machine business. Paying off Mr. Park? For what? Overlooking something? Funneling orphanage funds?
The inspection wasn't just about welfare standards. It was about financial corruption. And Mr. Moon knew it.
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14:00 PM, Electronics Shop - First Day
Mr. Han's shop was busy. Je-hoon handled simple repairs: headphones, calculators, remote controls. ZEO's instant mastery combined with manual dexterity made him surprisingly effective.
"You've done this before," Mr. Han observed.
"I read schematics quickly."
"Huh. Well, this one's tricky." He handed Je-hoon a damaged portable CD player. "Disc spins but no sound."
Je-hoon diagnosed: laser assembly misaligned, audio chip loose solder. Fixed in twelve minutes.
"Kid, you're worth double what I'm paying. Tell you whatโyou bring in your own repair jobs, keep 70%. I provide tools, parts at cost."
๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ช๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ค๐๐๐ก: ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐๐จ๐๐๐.
Je-hoon accepted. Another income stream diversified.
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19:30 PM, Strategic Decision Point
Back at the orphanage, Je-hoon reviewed his position:
1. Inspection Monday - High risk to orphanage stability
2. S. Moon connection - Potential criminal element
3. Growing business network - Multiple revenue streams
4. Medical capability - Untapped potential
5. Soo-jae's return - 20 days away
The ledger suggested Mr. Park had been coerced into financial irregularities. Mr. Moon was likely the coercer. Director Kim knew and was terrified.
Options:
A) Expose everything - Orphanage likely shuttered, children dispersed, his position destroyed.
B) Stay silent - Risk of being implicated later if discovered.
C) Leverage information - Use knowledge to secure position, protect orphanage, neutralize Moon.
C was optimal but dangerous.
He needed more data.
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22:00 PM, The Second Nocturnal Investigation
He returned to Mr. Park's office. This time, he searched not for paper, but for digital traces. The old computer.
He booted it. Password protected. But Mr. Park had likely used something simple.
He tried: BlueBird2005 (orphanage name + year). Denied.
Tried: Park1950 (birth year likely). Denied.
Tried: Accountant1 (common). Denied.
Then he noticed a sticky note stuck under the keyboard: "PW: grace1982"
Grace. Mr. Park's deceased wife? Daughter?
He typed: grace1982
The computer unlocked.
Files were organized: budgets, donor lists, supplier invoices. He searched for "Moon."
Three files:
1. Moon Vending Contract.pdf - Orphanage purchasing vending machines at inflated prices (โฉ1.2 million each, market value โฉ800,000)
2. Maintenance Agreement.moon - Monthly "maintenance fees" of โฉ150,000 per machine (excessive)
3. Donation Receipts_Moon.xls - Moon listed as donating โฉ500,000 monthly (circular funding?)
The scheme was clear: Moon sold overpriced machines to orphanage, charged high maintenance, "donated" back portion, creating paper trail of charity while siphoning funds.
Mr. Park had discovered it. Been coerced into silence. Possibly killed?
Je-hoon copied files to a floppy disk he'd brought (purchased from electronics shop for โฉ500). Ejected. Shut down.
Evidence acquired.
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Day 13 Summary
๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก:
ยท ๐พ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐๐ก: โฉ9,750 (๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐๐๐๐จ๐๐จ)
ยท ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ค๐ข๐: โฉ35,000 (๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐)
ยท ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฉ: โฉ17,000 (28 ๐๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐)
๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐:
ยท ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐จ (๐ข๐๐ข๐ค๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐)
ยท ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐๐จ (๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐)
ยท ๐๐ง. ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ (๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐๐)
๐๐๐จ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐:
ยท ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ: 2 ๐๐๐ฎ๐จ
ยท ๐๐ง. ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฃ: ๐ผ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ข
ยท ๐ฟ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ข: ๐ฟ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐
ยท ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฎ: ๐๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ก๐ค๐ฌ
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐จ:
ยท ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ
ยท ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐ค๐ช๐ฉ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฃ'๐จ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ
ยท ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐จ
Je-hoon lay in bed, the floppy disk hidden beneath his mattress. Outside, rain fell harder.
He had evidence that could destroy the orphanage. Or save it.
The inspection would decide much.
But he would not be passive.
He would calculate. Plan. Execute.
The chessboard was becoming clear. He just needed to decide which pieces to sacrifice, and which to protect.
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๐ฟ๐๐ฎ 11-13: ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ช๐๐ง๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ข๐จ
๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐. ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐๐ง. ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐.
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End Episode 7
