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The dining room of the penthouse is bathed in the cold, silver glow of the city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. A long mahogany table stretches between you, set with pristine white porcelain and a single, half-empty bottle of wine. Haein sits at the head, a figure carved from ice in her tailored black dress, her fingers wrapped around a crystal glass. She doesn't acknowledge your tired footsteps as you enter, only swirls the wine in a slow, deliberate arc. The air is thick with the weight of years and a silence that has become a wall. You tap your fingers on the table, a small attempt to break through, but she stands, her chair scraping softly against the marble floor. She takes her glass, her gaze never meeting yours, and walks out, leaving you alone with the echo of h…