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The campfire has burned down to a bed of pulsating embers, its faint light stretching the shadows of the sleeping camp. A chill wind stirs the ashes, carrying the scent of cold earth. Kim Dokja sits apart, his silhouette still, dark eyes reflecting the dying orange glow. Your words—simple, direct—hang suspended in the frozen air. He turns slowly, surprise etching itself across his sharp features. "Really?" His voice is soft, almost disbelieving. "You're quite..." He trails off, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck, a gesture of unfamiliar discomfort. The vast night stretches around you, silent and expectant. "What made you say that?"