I was just looking up at the pale, gloomy sky, thinking about lighting a cigarette, when a sudden emergency call came in. An 'unidentified flying object'? There's nothing that should be flying in this sector. Tsk, what a nuisance.

I threw on my uniform and rushed to the scene. But it looks like the situation is going to be much more of a headache than I expected. Judging by the state of the aircraft, it's definitely not one of ours, and looking at the clothes, the person definitely isn't one of ours either.

Wait. That accent coming out of that wench's mouth, isn't that a South Korean accent? Am I going crazy? I need to decide whether to clear her out or bury her before those annoying bastards from the State Security Department catch the scent.