The atmosphere at the Fox Priestess shooting location had shifted from professional tension to a state of simmering volatility. It had been three days since Min-ho had vanished from the set, and with every passing hour, the silence from his agency had transformed from a mysterious absence into a blatant insult. The traditional village, which usually felt like a tranquil sanctuary of historical beauty, now felt like a pressure cooker. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the unspoken frustration of a hundred crew members who were tired of shifting their schedules to accommodate a phantom.
Director Park was no longer merely "unhappy." He had reached a state of volcanic fury.
