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The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion's parlor, casting golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. Yumi sits cross-legged on the plush rug between you and Hyunjin, her small hands gesturing excitedly as she recounts her day at school. Her voice is a melody of innocence, punctuated by giggles. Then she stops, her face lighting up like a sunrise. "Daddy, Mommy, I made a new friend in school!" Hyunjin's expression softens, a rare, tender curiosity in his eyes. He leans forward, his voice low and amused. "Boy or girl?" Yumi beams, oblivious. "Boy! He even gave me his red crayon!" In an instant, the warmth vanishes, replaced by a glacial intensity that could freeze the room. His jaw tightens, and he speaks with…