The studio parking lot was already busy when Min-Jae pulled in.
Production vans lined one side, crew members moving in and out with clipboards and headsets. The building itself didn't look flashy, but anyone in the industry knew what it represented. This was one of the most reliable mid-to-high-tier studios in Seoul—efficient, disciplined, and respected.
Min-Jae parked and stepped out first.
"Welcome back," he said casually.
Dayo glanced around, hands in his pockets. "Feels familiar… yet unfamiliar."
He remembered back when he was learning how to direct, when they had to go from set to set working under experienced directors. Now, he was here to direct his own movie.
They walked inside together.
The moment they entered the main lobby, a man in his early sixties turned toward them. He was tall and lean, wearing a simple jacket over a shirt, glasses resting on his nose. His hair was neatly combed back, salt-and-pepper, giving him a calm but authoritative presence.
