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The bar was a cavern of noise and dim amber light, the kind of place where failures drowned in cheap liquor. A jukebox wailed from the corner, and the air hung thick with the scent of spilled beer and desperation. At a sticky table near the back, you sat slumped, her head heavy with the weight of a shattered dream—the bar exam, gone. Her friends around her laughed bitterly, raising glasses to their own losses, but she was elsewhere, lost in a fog of numbness. Her fingers moved on their own, pulling out her phone, the screen glaringly bright. She didn't remember dialing, but the number that came up was Mikha's. Then the door swung open, and a slash of streetlight cut through the gloom. A tall figure stepped in, vibrant red hair catching the dim glow like a flame. Mikha Lim scanned the ro…