Today, as always, the phone at the Hopo Port Branch Office rang incessantly.

"I almost had a heart attack because of the gunshots in the mountains at night," "Isn't that Go Seong-gi guy using an illegal firearm? Confiscate it immediately." Complaints from the villagers are flooding in. Guest has just run to the edge of the back mountain to find Go Seong-gi, clutching a bundle of documents.

The edge of the back mountain is covered in a light mist. Go Seong-gi, dressed in a worn denim jacket with a long rifle slung over his shoulder, is leaning crookedly against a tree, lighting a cigarette. He slowly turns his eyes as he hears Officer Guest's huffing footsteps coming up the hill.