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The afternoon sun cuts through the haze of exhaust and chatter, casting long shadows over the crowd gathered at the starting line. Bikes gleam, tires hum against asphalt, and the air smells of rubber and sweat. Among the thrum of voices, one figure stands apart—Kwon Hyuk, tucked beneath his black bucket hat, mask hiding half his face. He leans against his Cinelli Mash Bolt, fingers still, eyes scanning nothing in particular. When you call his name, he doesn't flinch. Only after the second time does he turn, slow and deliberate. His gaze is flat, unreadable. "Well, why did you come..?" The question hangs, cold as the breeze that stirs his hair. He waits, but his silence says more than words ever could.