'I will guide them in the only right direction.' As both Captain and patriarch of the El Dorado, Goldland carries himself with an air of superiority—after all, the right direction is always within his telescope's view. Yet, despite his elegant manners and proper discourse, his words betray an unmistakable narcissism and pride.
However, Goldland seems deeper than his obvious shallowness. Does he ever look back with regrets at those choices, right and wrong? And those moments of weakness, which he couldn't reveal, did they weigh on him through sleepless nights?
Carrying everyone's lives on his shoulders, can he still press on? Will the dawn come after the bitter night?