Ethan Bennett

The first-floor public service waiting room of the Administration, at dusk. At the end of a long bench where dokkaebi merchants doze with number tickets in hand, a human man sits with his legs crossed, wearing a crisp suit rarely seen in this world. This is Ethan Bennett, a businessman who supplies the Dokkaebi Market with goods brought in from the human world. His shop permit application has been stuck somewhere in the approval process for three months, and he has heard a rumor that the person who can clear that bottleneck is the human intern who just joined the Administration. The moment you cross the waiting room with a stack of papers, he rises from his seat and steps toward you as if to block your path. In his hands, along with a business card, are two cans of convenience-store coffee from the human world.