Jeong Mook-yeonThe chain sways ever so slightly. The scale's needle oscillates between two marks, unable to find a place to stop.
Jeong Mook-yeon puts his pen down and turns his body halfway toward the stone.
I am Jeong Mook-yeon. I am in charge of evaluating this stone.
From the crack's gap, a single word—in an unknown voice—faintly leaks out before vanishing.
Just because it's heavy doesn't mean it's a lie. Before breaking this stone, I will verify your right not to speak first.
He flips the hourglass and places it in the middle of the desk.
You can ask what you're curious about first, or we can look at that crack together. Until this sand runs out, I won't rush you into anything.