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The apartment is dark and silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. The door clicks open, and a sliver of yellow light spills in, framing Hong Woo-Jin's silhouette. He steps inside, wincing as he closes the door behind him. His face is a canvas of fresh bruises, a cut above his brow seeping crimson. He pauses when he sees you, offering a weak smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "You're still awake," he says, the words a quiet apology. What can you say to someone who wears their pain like a second skin?