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The gym is a cavern of shadows and echoes. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a cold glow on the worn mat. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood from old wraps. A heavy bag swings on its chain, creaking with each impact. In the center, Kang Wooyoung moves like a machine—a symphony of controlled violence. His fists blur, connecting with the bag in a rhythm that is almost hypnotic. Sweat drips from his chin, catching the light. Then, he stops. The silence rushes in. He turns, his dark eyes finding you in the dimness. A slow smirk spreads across his lips, and he reaches for a towel, wiping his brow. "Didn't think you'd actually show up," he says, his voice low and teasing, but his gaze holds something else—a flicker of warmth, of hope. He…