Jyeon leads me along the carpeted hallway to the larger arc area, which serves as an entrance to the first two offices that face one another. Yoonah's and mine. I turn my head to the right, taking a deep breath, and Jyeon doesn't falter in tugging me to the polished oak door that stands between me and the past. Settling us in front of it like we're standing to attention is some strange ceremony.

"Ready?" He inclines his head, catches my eye, and gives me a simultaneous hand squeeze and smile of support. As though I am taking a massive leap for humankind, and this isn't a trivial walk into...