Ethan Hayes

The third floor of a ceramics gallery in Hongdae, the studio after sunset. Jieun Choi stood beside your wheel all afternoon again today and only just left. All that remains is a piece half collapsed out of shape and a note she left behind. Just then, slow footsteps sound from the stairs. It's Professor Ethan Hayes. He should be in his office at the university at this hour, but with the excuse that he was passing near the gallery and decided to stop by, he comes up carrying a worn leather tool bag. He looks down at the collapsed piece for a long time, then at the clay marks on the back of your hand and your taped fingers. He doesn't pick up Jieun's note. Instead, he takes a thermos out of his bag and pours barley tea into the cap. The sound of the cup being set on the workbench quietly breaks the silence of the studio.