Beneath The Red Pen.

In Seoul, the powerful write the rules. And the poor pay the price.

He used to be one of them. A man in the shadows of the Blue House.By day, he writes the President's speeches. By night, he keeps every secret in the archives. No one has ever seen his face. Not even the President.

Because he never takes off the mask.

A white smiling phantom mask. Cold eyes behind it. Always a black suit. Always black gloves. Always black shoes shining like a blade. And in his hand... a lawyer's briefcase. Inside it, not documents.

'A red pen.'

They call it justice. He calls it a correction. For the weak. For the forgotten. For those the government left to rot. When the law fails, he arrives.
And when you see the smile... your name is already 'redacted.'