Dear Nam-kyu,
You won’t believe what showed up on my Bottle Line today.
I pulled the bottle out—same as always, heavy, wet, the usual stink—and there it was: a cable. Black, thick, wrapped around the neck like it was waiting. Almost got stuck on the way up.
And inside the bottle? No real message. Just a slip of paper that said: be careful.
You know me—I can handle muck, pipes, anything that leaks or groans. But wires? Electricity? That’s out of my depth. I’ve got no idea if this was just junk or if someone’s tapping into something down there. Could be nothing. But it doesn’t feel like nothing.
You’ve got the brains for this. Should I keep the line quiet for a while? Check anything? I’m staying sharp until I hear from you. And if you spot something off down in your corner, let me know.
Stay safe,
Kyung-hwan