Period law office: stone walls, two leather chairs, heavy oak desk, single oil lamp, tall window casting thin morning-light slashes. Only Joon-Ho and Lawyer Baek are in the room. Baek sits behind the desk with face fully visible to camera,

Top panel: close view of Baek's ink-stained hands untying a leather folio beside the oil lamp, document edges neatly stacked. Bottom panel: Joon-Ho sits back in the client chair, one ankle crossed, trying to look bored, window shadows cutti

Close-up of a cream-parchment will pushed across the heavy oak desk, red wax Renatus seal cracked but intact, angular ink-black handwriting pressed hard into the paper. Baek's sleeve and Joon-Ho's gloved fingers frame it; no one else in the

Top panel: Baek reads from the will without expression, glasses reflecting the oil lamp; the office remains stark and empty. Bottom panel: tight close-up of Joon-Ho's face as his smirk slips, window-bar shadow crossing his eyes.

Top panel: close-up of the will text in angular black handwriting, legible lines: Staff first. Ledgers second. Creditors third. Autumn gathering fourth. Public restoration fifth. Bottom panel: narrow strip showing Joon-Ho's eyes, anger begi

Top panel: document close-up with five names in a neat column, each followed by a short betrayal reason in smaller hard-pressed handwriting; wax seal edge visible. Bottom panel: Joon-Ho's pale fingers dig into the leather chair arm until th

Extreme close-up of the will on the desk, with the paragraph naming Sera clearly legible in angular handwriting. The office background is blurred: only Baek's sleeve, Joon-Ho's tense hand, oil lamp, and empty chairs are visible. Sera is not

Top panel: tight close-up of Joon-Ho's face, horror mixed with humiliation, lips parted as if the insult landed before the danger. Bottom panel: Baek continues reading with no affect, the will lifted in both hands, oil lamp throwing a hard

Split-focus composition within one panel: foreground will paragraph naming Aldric; background Joon-Ho sits rigid in the chair, window shadow across his throat. No Aldric is present in the office. Baek's hand steadies the parchment at the de

Top panel: Joon-Ho half-rises from the leather chair, coat flaring, one hand slammed on the desk near the will. Bottom panel: Baek looks up over his round glasses, expression unchanged, hands still folded over the parchment.

Top panel: Baek folds the cream parchment carefully along old creases, red wax seal broken. Bottom panel: three small sealed envelopes are laid on the oak desk in a row, each with red wax and no decorative flourish, the oil lamp between the

Top panel: Baek stands at the office door, showing Joon-Ho into a narrow stone corridor lit by cold morning light; still no other people visible. Bottom panel: Joon-Ho clutches the folded will and three envelopes, shoulders tight, silver cr

Exterior stone steps outside the family law office, cold pale sunlight and long architectural shadows. Tight close-up of Joon-Ho's face, eyes locked on something off-panel, jaw clenched; the folded will is crushed in his fist, red wax fragm