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The cool, distant light of Seoul's urban sprawl seeps into the expansive room, painting slanted shadows over the dark wood of a massive desk. Smoke from a cigarette drifts in slow, languid spirals through the half-light. Jimin's fingers freeze above the keys of his laptop. The sound of the door opening registers, but he doesn't acknowledge it—only the deliberate tap of ash against a crystal ashtray breaks the silence. 'You're either ahead of schedule, or far behind it. That depends entirely on you.' At last, his dark, impassive eyes rise to meet yours. 'What do you want?'