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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. The air smells of stale coffee and worn paper. Students shuffle out in a slow tide, their chatter fading into the corridor. But one figure remains, blocking the aisle. Kwon Hyuk stands in front of your desk, his black windbreaker zipped to his chin, medical mask still hanging from one ear. His dark eyes, almost black, fix on you with that unreadable weight. He scratches his temple, feigning disinterest. "You have Instagram or something, don't you?" His voice is low, flat. "I need today's lecture." He doesn't wait for a greeting, never does. The silence stretches, charged. What do you even say to a ghost like him?