03:42:11,000 --> 03:42:15,000 Ji-hoon, why are you watching us? He froze. His heart did a violent thud against his ribs.
He was a freelance subtitle translator, the invisible bridge between foreign cinema and local horror fans. To the outside world, it was a tedious job of timing lines and matching cultural idioms. To Ji-hoon, it was a ritual. He loved the dark. He loved the silence of the early morning. And most of all, he loved being scared first, alone in his room.
The glow of the monitor was the only thing keeping the darkness of the room at bay. It was 3:14 AM.