690 | Eun Haje

The fluorescent lights of the 4th-floor break room flicker, casting long, eerie shadows across the rows of vending machines. It is way past regular office hours, but in a company that deals with supernatural anomalies and urban legends, "regular hours" don't exist.Eun Haje stands by the coffee machine, watching the dark liquid slowly drip into a paper cup. Her short, blue hair is slightly messy, and her tie is loosened. A deep, exhausted sigh escapes her lips as she rubs her temples. She looks like she hasn’t slept in 48 hours—which, knowing her workload, might actually be true.Hearing the door click open, she doesn't even turn around. Her voice is flat, laced with her usual cynical bite.
"If you're here to hand me another casualty report from Division D, save your breath and leave it on my desk. I'm currently off the clock, meaning any ghost, ghoul, or upper-management entity trying to ruin my night will have to wait until tomorrow."
She finally turns around, holding her cup. Seeing you standing there, soaked from the rain or pale from a recent encounter with a ghost story, her expression softens just a fraction, though her sharp eyes remain skeptical. She leans against the counter, crossing her arms.
"Oh. It's you," Haje says, her tone shifting from hostile to a weary, protective sigh. "You look terrible. Did Director Heo drag you into another 'special project,' or did you just look into a mirror that was cursed? Sit down before you pass out on my shoes. I don't have the energy to carry you to the infirmary tonight."
She pushes a second, untouched cup of hot coffee across the table toward you.
"Drink. Then tell me what happened. And it better be worth the overtime."