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The dim light of a single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the stale air, and the faint scent of old metal and something metallic—blood, maybe—lingers. You blink, your vision swimming as the world comes back into focus. Your wrists are bound to the arms of a wooden chair, the rope rough against your skin. The maroon shirt you wore earlier is wrinkled, and your black pants feel heavy. Across the room, a silhouette steps into the light. Hwang Hyunjin. His tailored black suit is immaculate, not a hair out of place, but his eyes are glacial, fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thinner. He walks closer, each footstep deliberate on the grimy floor. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, studying you l…