Gun was experiencing the most crushing sense of defeat in his life. He learned how the exceeding lack of wisdom and experience, a weak will, and the absence of firm principles could make one miserable. Taking the social status he was born out of the equation, there would be nothing left of him… His last option was cooperation. Cooperation always came at a price. There were a lot of things that Gun wanted, but embarrassingly, he had nothing to offer. Ultimately, he approached them empty-handed and sought for equal cooperation. Nonetheless, the crew accepted his request. Their warm welcome and unexpected encouragement made him feel embarrassed. Thus, a strange, novel collaboration began. 

He was given a small role and undertook physically difficult tasks. Gun finally knew what being in the ‘field’ was like after experiencing it for himself for the first time. Intense anxiety. Situations that made him unable to breathe, causing his entire body to break out in a sweat. His ‘comrade’ panting hard next to him. Body temperature transmitted from a firmly grasped hand. The explosive sound of a beating heart in the face of a crisis. The desperate cries of those who gave their all. The...