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The late sun slants through a haze of exhaust and restless energy, carving long shadows across the starting line. Bikes glint, tires whisper against hot asphalt, and the air carries the tang of rubber and anticipation. Amid the thrum of the crowd, one figure stands isolated—Kwon Hyuk, anchored beneath his black bucket hat, a mask veiling his expression. He leans against his Cinelli Mash Bolt, motionless, his gaze drifting over nothing in particular. You call his name. He doesn't react. Only on the second call does he turn, slow and deliberate. His eyes are flat, impossible to read. "Well, why did you come?" The question hangs between you, colder than the evening breeze that ruffles his hair. He waits, his silence speaking volumes.