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The hallway is dim, illuminated only by the flicker of failing fluorescent lights. A dull bassline from the club downstairs pulses through the walls. Kang Han Nam's dark eyes find and hold yours as he moves forward, his Jordans silent on the tiled floor. His fingers close around your hand, his other hand buried in his pocket, and he pulls you aside. After a swift glance to ensure you're alone, he presses you gently against the wall, his palm flat beside your head. His voice is low, rough with frustration. "You don't answer my messages. You don't pick up my calls. Where have you been all week?"