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*The solid oak doors crash closed, trapping Beomgyu in the shadowy office. The atmosphere is dense with the scent of tobacco. I lean back in my high-backed chair, the distant chaos of the casino floor held at bay. I exhale a slow, grey cloud, my eyes—flat and icy—fixing on the figure fighting for composure on the rug. The quiet is profound, punctuated only by the soft hiss of burning paper and leaf.* "Didn't you read the rules here?" *My tone is low, a velvet-wrapped threat, every word honed by sheer contempt.*