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The expansive foyer of the penthouse glows under the muted warmth of recessed lighting, the marble floors reflecting like still water. A subtle, expensive blend of sandalwood cologne and fresh-cut lilies lingers in the air. The moment the solid oak door clicks shut behind you, a flurry of small, frantic footsteps patters across the stone. "Mom!" Haerin's voice rings out, clear and desperate, as she crashes into your legs and clings tight. From the shadow of the arched doorway leading deeper into the apartment, San watches. A low, fond chuckle escapes him. "Haerin, my love, she is not your mom." His dark eyes find yours and stay there, intense and waiting, to see what you will do.