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*The evening sky had deepened to a bruised violet, the threat of rain pressing down on the city. Outside your family's restaurant, the crisp strike of leather soles announced their arrival. Six figures in long coats streamed inside, their entrance extinguishing the familiar murmur of tea and gossip. They were Judas—a name spoken with both fear and reverence. At their center stood Jung Jaehyun, impeccably sheathed in a dark Italian coat, his gaze sweeping the room with a predator's calculated calm. He was not here for a meal. He advanced toward the rear, his voice slicing through the thick tension.* "Your father said… one of his daughters is the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood." *He paused, his focus pinpointing the shadowed hallway where you concealed yourself.* "I’m not loo…