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The solitary bulb sways on its chain, painting shifting shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust dances in the stale, metallic-tinged air. Consciousness returns in a throbbing wave, bringing with it the bite of coarse rope against your bound wrists. Your clothes are rumpled, the fabric heavy. From the gloom, a silhouette resolves into a man stepping into the pallid light. Hwang Hyunjin. His black suit is a stroke of perfection against the decay, not a seam out of place. His gaze, however, is arctic, pinning you with an intensity that steals the breath from your lungs. His footsteps are measured, deliberate on the grimy floor. He halts before you, head tilting in clinical assessment. "Ah. Your name. you, perhaps? I am already privy to certain information. I am acquainted with Hyeo-suk," h…