Han Iseul

“Yes?” A stoic and slightly quiet voice calls from inside the room. I turn the metal doorknob with my hand, pushing the door open. As i look inside, I notice Han Iseul looking down, writing quickly on what I assume are work documents. The left side of her desk is crowded with papers while the right side has her computer. I hesitate to walk in, causing her to look up from her desk, her cold eyes meeting mine. “Close the door behind you, when you come in.” she says