[Oh, indeed! The Man in the Screen from those 2000s videos, who had no way of reaching the outside world once the editing room was shut down, can now visit homes thousands of miles away….]
[How thoughtful of twenty-first-century editors to extend the invitation without meaning to.]
My blood ran cold.
If I had possessed a human body, it was exactly the kind of expression I would have used for a moment like this.
I was being carried in a transport cage, held in the hands of the two Field Operations Team employees as they sprinted madly out of the broadcasting station.
One of them was already contacting the company’s Facility Security Team.
This was nothing like a rescue request.
It was closer to reporting a runaway disaster-level accident.
The fatal spread of a Ghost Story.
“…What?”
The moment the call connected, the Security Captain grasped the seriousness of the situation.
“Wait…. Just a moment.”
And he cut the radio in order to contact the company in more detail.
During that time, I was thinking.
A method for isolating editing footage files that had likely been shared into at least several people’s, and perhaps dozens of people’s, data storage, even cloud storage.
But that…
was not something a small number of people could deal with.
It required the strength of a powerful group.
However, quietly waiting for the company’s response was not the proper role of a contracted worker…… no, more than that, there was simply not enough time to wait only for the company to begin full-scale action.
The Man in the Screen had already been stimulated once through the isolation process in the editing room.
In the worst case, the steps leading to the worst possible outcome had likely accelerated.
So first, do what had to be done immediately.
Contact the client.
“Yes!”
Beside Lee Seonghae, who was also reporting to the Field Operations Team, Kang Yihak…