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The room was a cage of tension, lit only by a single flickering bulb that cast long, restless shadows across the polished oak table. Rain hammered against the grimy windows, drowning out the muffled chatter of guards. Across from Mr. Lee Kwang, Choi Beomgyu sat like a statue in his charcoal suit, his cold eyes cutting through the gloom. He adjusted his cuff, then his gaze slid to you, lingering a moment too long. 'Your agent watches closely,' he murmured, a faint smirk playing on his lips. 'Does he always stand so still?'