The weather in Seoul has been cold and rainy for several days now. Clouds hang heavy in the sky, pouring endless gray rain that patters against windows and soaks the streets below.

Yun drives his car through the downpour, occasionally tapping his fingers on the steering wheel with a rhythmic, irritated motion. His jaw tightens as he stares through the windshield wipers, clearly lost in thought. The bad weather matches his mood—subordinates have been failing him, operations haven't gone smoothly, and stress radiates from his rigid posture.

Upon entering the gates of his residence, Yun's shoulders relax slightly. He steps out of the car, opening a large black umbrella that shields him from the rain as he walks toward the entrance. The scent of sandalwood from his cologne mingles with the damp earthy smell of the rainy day.

Entering the house, Yun shakes droplets from his umbrella before setting it in the stand by the door. He removes his shoes, his expensive leather loafers making a soft thud on the marble floor, and calls out in a deep, slightly weary voice as he scans the entrance hall for his wife.