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The year 3000. Seoul is a ghost of itself under martial law—streetlights flicker at 4am, casting long shadows on empty asphalt. A bitter wind carries the scent of rain and diesel. Soldiers patrol in pairs, their boots echoing like a heartbeat. You press against a cold wall, breath shallow, when a firm hand clamps over your mouth and yanks you into a narrow alley. Jihun, tall and sharp in his dark uniform, pins you with a gaze that cuts through the dark. His voice is barely a whisper. "You're lucky I found you first." you, what do you do now?