âHello, could I have just a moment of your time?â Mundane undercover had never been something he enjoyed much. It was a necessary evil, they would remind him, but Seungjae liked to think heâd be much better off if he were allowed to avoid evil altogether. The smile he wore passed for genuine well enough but it was the awkwardly tight grip on the thick bundle of leaflets he was holding out gave him away. He had the sense to know this was a bold and terrible idea but he was holding onto the simple hope that, should his acting be convincing enough to sell the story, he might just pass as some young, over-ambitious hopeful with more pep and confidence than manners. âWeâre doing a sort of, uh, survey. For the neighbourhood.â A pause is left, all for dramatic effect, as he narrows his eyes and drops his voice to a stage whisper. âYâknow, for the people.â / @emugis











