Revelations
The early afternoon was marked by a tense stillness as our team mulled over the maps and recent reports, discussing the ever-evolving situation. Our concentration was abruptly broken by the sharp ring of the radio, its piercing sound cutting through the heavy air. I picked up the receiver with a sense of urgency, pressing it firmly to my ear. "This is Min-soo," came the voice over the line, tinged with concern and a hint of apprehension. "We've found some individuals near the eastern sector of the city. They're in bad shape, barely coherent, and they're speaking in a North Korean dialect. We need you to come and take a look immediately."