8 AM, Monday.0

In the office of Fissure Management Team 1 at the Hunter’s Bureau, a man answered a call with a troubled expression.0

“Seriously? Why are you telling me this now? If you had even called last night, I could have prepared something once I got to the office. You know I’m supposed to leave for Gangnam Station at nine sharp. Why are you doing this to me?”0

—I’m sorry. I also got word from the Icarus Guild this morning. Maybe you could request support from another team... Ah, come to think of it, the new intern is supposed to start today, right? Perhaps you could delegate this to them…0

Kim Doo-Hwi, an assistant manager entering his fourth year at the bureau, felt a surge of frustration at the words of the admin team employee on the other end. Since he couldn’t exactly curse at a colleague, he tried his best to keep calm and speak evenly.0

Or at least, that was his intention.0

“Are you kidding me? You want me to hand this off to an intern who’s on his first day? They probably don’t even know where the printer is... Hello? Hello!”0

The call disconnected.0

Doo-Hwi quickly hit the...0