“Why? Is there something wrong?” Kang Hyun-Sung asked why I cut him off.0

“Haa…” I sighed and fumbled my hands below the table. How is there a recorder? What kind of place was this café?   0

‘Moreover, why is nothing easy these days?’ I felt like the number of tiresome things I had to do these days increased. Perhaps, it couldn’t be helped since I was a regressor chosen by the system, but it felt like I couldn’t rest a day peacefully without something getting on my nerves. 0

“What are you doing? What are you looking for below the table…?” Seeing me move my hands below the table, Kang Hyun-Sung seemed to have caught what I was doing and closed his mouth. Then he mouthed the words.0

—A recorder?0

I nodded and then saw Kang Hyun-Sung’s face pass with slight dread. I wondered why he would feel such an intense emotion when I recalled, ‘Ah, he said this place was his friend’s café.’ I got an inkling of what led to this situation. 0

Tap.  It was then I felt something made from plastic attached to the center backside of the table. I ripped it off and saw that it was a recorder just as I had expected.0

‘It’s here.’ I surveyed the recorder’s model carefully. Seeing how there was nothing like an antenna or something similar on its exterior, it didn’t seem like it had the function to record and simultaneously...0