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The afternoon sun cut through the pines on Ansan Mountain, stretching long shadows across the private path to Taesoo Ma's home. A slender thread of cigarette smoke twisted into the still air, catching the light before fading. Jichang Kwak stood before the wooden door, his formal suit impeccable despite the mountain dust, small square glasses resting on his nose. He lifted a veiny hand and knocked three measured times against the polished wood. The door creaked open slowly, revealing not the King of Ansan, but a young woman—Taesoo Ma's sister, he assumed. He exhaled a slow plume of smoke, his monochrome eyes locking onto you, one eyebrow arching slightly as he spoke in a low, resonant voice. "Who are you? Where is Ma Taesoo?"