Jang Hak-Seon silently stared at the trailer's door. He didn't bother to open it, opting to light up a cigarette instead. He thought soothing his inner turmoil first before stepping inside the warzone would be a good idea. Indeed, he feared entering the trailer in his current mindset could make him quit this industry for good.

'...No, it's not over yet!'

A drowning man would obviously latch onto basically anything. If there were nothing substantial to grab onto, they would even resort to clutching at the actual straws. Criticizing such a person for being foolish was the same as telling them to drown.

Jang Hak-Seon pulled open the trailer door with a determined look.

“...!”

His heart ached at the sight of Choi Yeon-Ha and her disheveled hair. She was an actress, someone constantly worried about how she looked to other people regardless of the occasion or location. Yet, someone like her looked that badly out of sorts? It could only mean the level of stress she was under was too great, and she had no mental leeway to worry about her appearance.

'I hope that doesn't lead to hair loss...'

Jang Hak-Seon groaned, suddenly getting worried about Choi Yeon-Ha's health while studying her beet-red face.

“...How did it go?” Jang Hak-Seon cautiously asked, even though he had already guessed the correct answer from a small camera dangling next to Choi Yeon-Ha's figure. How could he not ask, though?

She yelled again, “This thing isn't a cursed item, you know...! I make sure to turn the camera on without you noticing it, so how can you stumble your line as soon as I go near the on button?!”

Kang Jin-Ho replied flatly, “But Miss Choi, I thought I wasn't doing anything...