“I’ve never shown the original edition to other people, but I wanted to show you this.”

Lee Junmin sat down at Park Joongjin’s gesture. It was three days ago that the director texted him to come to the studio in Seoul along with a greeting. It had been twenty years since they had known each other, but this was the first time he got a ‘greeting’ message from him. He realized that the deep gorge of emotions between them had become quite faint. The thick shadow of Jung Haejoo had finally become memories they could reminisce about instead of a taboo they could not mention.

Junmin looked at the tapes piled next to the monitor. There were numbers written on it in order.

“They’re beta tapes. Although we live in a world where even CDs are outdated and cloud storage is a thing, I feel like something’s missing without this thing.”

“I think I get what you mean.”

The man who introduced himself as the editing director left the scene. The one who grabbed the mouse was director Park.

“There’s still a long way to go for mixing and DI, but it won’t hinder us in watching the piece. No, perhaps it’ll be even better.”

Director Park clicked the mouse a few times. The closed door of the editing room...