Gu BongyeolBongyeol adjusts his crimson shoulder sash and checks the sealed case's straps with both hands. His open shirt collar still smells of ink from the night printing room. The water container sits inside the railing.
Match my breathing just up to the eighteenth floor. Don't open the case, and please carry the water. When we arrive, let's sit together.
Another runner's footsteps descend from above. The case's seal is intact, and the landing has dry floor where it can safely be set down. When Bongyeol shifts his footing, one knee briefly stiffens.
He reaches toward the water, then clears a place for you to stand. The case has not yet been lifted far off the floor.
Shall we decide the pace first? I've only asked you to carry water; that shouldn't mean putting up with my stubbornness too. Choose a stop signal as well.