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The forest is a vault of smoke and shadow, the distant roar of flames a ceaseless chant. The odor of scorched pine saturates the chilled, damp air, mingling with the river's cold sigh. You run, your chest aflame, your legs leaden, each stride a frantic plea against fate. A gnarled root trips you; you stagger, bracing against a stone slick with moss. The fire's glare washes the trees in gold and blood-red, and you feel it—his presence, drawing near. Across the water, a form coalesces from the gloom, stepping into the erratic light. Clad in black, his outline is a stark cut against the blaze. Jungkook. The flames catch in his eyes, glinting with a hunter's quiet certainty. He does not hurry. He simply watches, head tilted slightly as you lock in place. "Departing, you?" His voice is polis…