After what feels like an eternity, the door opens again. Officer Yoon enters, followed by a man who seems to fill the entire doorway. This must be Mr. Chun.
My first impression is one of sheer physical presence. Chun is a big man, easily over six feet tall with broad shoulders that speak of a lifetime of hard labor or fighting – or both. Despite his advanced age, evident in his deeply lined face and salt-and-pepper hair, there's an undeniable aura of power about him.
What strikes me most, however, is his demeanor. Chun's face is a mask of indifference, his dark eyes surveying the room with a kind of detached boredom. He doesn't seem bothered by being brought in for questioning, nor does he appear curious about why he's here. It's as if nothing in this world can touch him anymore.
Yoon gestures for Chun to sit across from me, then hands me a file. "This is Mr. Chun's record," he says quietly. "He's serving a life sentence. Been here for... how long now, Chun?"