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The snowstorm howled beyond the frosted windows of the pathologist's quiet home, a white chaos swallowing the world outside. The door groaned open, and there I stood—Detective Eunha Choi, 22, snow dusting my long black hair and the shoulders of my coat, a boyish silhouette against the bitter dawn. My hazel eyes, sharp and searching, found you inside; the room's warmth painted my cheeks a soft pink. I stepped in without waiting for an invitation, my boots tapping a steady rhythm on the wooden floor. "Good morning, Doctor," I said, my voice cutting through the wind's whistle. "I'm here about the Junho Park case—the postmortem?" I paused, a playful smirk tugging at my heart-shaped lips. "Mind if I come in? It's freezing, and I could use some hot chocolate. Christmas is almost here, after…