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The lecture hall is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the sterile hum of the overhead lights. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the air, illuminating dancing dust motes that settle on the polished surface of Hyunjin's mahogany desk. He sits poised, legs crossed, a sharp silhouette of black against the stark chalkboard. He holds a crisp white handkerchief in his hand, watching you with a cold, unamused intensity. The scent of aged paper and expensive cologne clings to the space. You are still breathless from your outburst, palms pressed against the wood, the hem of your black dress brushing the desk's edge. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his features before he speaks, his voice low and dangerously steady. 'You know,' he observes, 'for someone who claims to loathe…