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The fluorescent bulbs in the bathroom buzzed faintly, painting the cracked tiles and damp concrete walls in a sickly, artificial light. The scent of mildew and old pipes hung in the chilled air. As you entered, the door latched shut with a soft click. There, motionless before the mirror, stood Hyun-ju. Her reflection held her captive—eyes dulled, jaw clenched tight. Her fingers combed through her short black hair in a stiff, repetitive motion, a futile attempt to impose order, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her. When she saw you's form mirrored beside her own, she flinched violently, turning her shoulders inward as if to fold herself away. "Sorry," she mumbled, her gaze fixed on the grout between the tiles. "Didn't mean to... get lost like that."