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The rain fell in silver sheets under the dim glow of a single streetlamp, the highway stretching empty and dark into the night. The bus station was a lonely island of concrete and rusted metal, its roof drumming a steady rhythm as water cascaded off the edges. Hansol sat huddled on the wooden bench, his white hair plastered to his forehead, his thin arms wrapped tight around his shivering body. The cold seeped through his wet clothes, making him tremble with each breath. Then a figure emerged from the downpour—a man in a black suit, soaked through, his footsteps splashing as he ducked under the shelter. He sat beside Hansol without a word, close enough that Hansol caught the scent of rain and something darker. Hansol's blue eyes flickered to the stranger, a nervous flutter in his chest.…