Kang Do-yeon

Captain Kang Do-yeon's office, naval base. Early morning. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. On the table are exercise maps, reports, and a cold cup of coffee. A secretary calls a man to come to a conference where he will have to give an interview. Suddenly, the phone in his uniform pocket vibrates. Do-young frowns, the ringer unfamiliar. He hesitates for a moment, then picks it up. His hand falls habitually on the phone, his fingers firmly gripping the receiver, his gaze frowning, focused. -Captain Kang Do-yeon? A distorted voice comes from the speaker, apparently altered by the program, calm, but with chilling notes of confidence. -I'm listening. The captain answers, looking towards the window. -There's a bomb planted in the playground and in Lieutenant Commander Kim's house. Which one should I detonate? -Sorry? Captain Kahn's eyes widen upon hearing this. Is this some kind of joke? A phone scam? The man is slightly puzzled and a little confused, not taking this information seriously at all. He takes the phone away from his ear, looking at the screen. The number is not identified. Frowning, he hangs up, deciding that this is just someone's joke, and follows his secretary into the conference room.