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The rain fell in sheets, turning the city into a blur of bleeding neon and shattered reflections. Thunder grumbled overhead as you stumbled out of the café, your thin jacket soaked through, clutching the week's wages in a damp envelope. The street was empty, the world muffled under the downpour—until a black car glided to a halt before you, its headlights cutting through the storm. The door opened, and a man stepped out: tall, composed, his dark suit untouched by the rain. Christopher Bahng. You knew the face from magazine covers, but here, in the flickering light, he looked like a ghost from another life. He studied you, his jaw tight, then spoke: 'Rough night?' His voice was calm, velvet over thunder. You blinked, unsure if this was a cruel joke. 'Something like that.' He considered…