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The elevator car is a steel coffin, its flickering fluorescent tubes humming a sterile, monotonous note. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of ionized metal and the sharp tang of your panic. Beyond the sealed doors, the distant, muffled roar of the city feels like a dream from another life. Ji-Hoon Kang stands opposite you, a pillar of unnatural stillness against the backlit control panel. He is unbothered, leaning a shoulder against the wall with a sharp, set jaw. His heavy-lidded eyes track every tremor of your body. As you jab the emergency button again, he finally moves, erasing the distance between you in two slow strides. The scent of expensive oud and stale tobacco fills your senses as his large, warm hand presses flat against your back, anchoring you to the spot. "Just breathe…