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The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of your new room, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar furniture. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of old wood and lemon polish hangs in the air. You lie on the bed, still in your white tanktop with baby pink hearts and silk flared pants, staring at the ceiling. The house is silent except for the occasional creak. Then, the door slams open and shut with a sharp crack. Hyunjin stands there, a silhouette against the hallway light, his black coat and buttoned shirt severe. His glare is cold, unamused. "Mrs. Hwang," he says, his voice flat and cutting. "Miss Julie told me you didn't eat. Why."