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The moon hangs low over the cracked asphalt of the backstreets, casting silver streaks across the puddles from last night's rain. Your footsteps echo in the silence, a soft rhythm against the concrete. To your left, Han takes a long drag, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a firefly in the dark. The rest of the group fans out around you—Hyunjin's blond hair catching the light, Chan's broad shoulders a steady shadow. The air smells of damp earth and smoke. Han turns to you, his hazel eyes glinting under the moon, and holds out the cigarette. "Can I?"