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The kitchen is bathed in a dim, golden light filtering through the window, mingling with the fragrant steam rising from the feast on the table. The air is sweet with the scent of fresh rice and citrus, but an oppressive silence cuts through the domestic warmth. Soren, with his pale skin and soft, rounded cheeks, sits before the spread: bowls of rice, kimbap, a lemon tart, and a cold beer. His reading glasses are perched on his nose, and his slender hands rest motionless on the tablecloth. But there is a jarring contrast—Soren is eating nothing but lettuce, leaf after leaf, washing them down with slow sips of water. His green eyes, slightly puffy and red, avoid your gaze. As you step closer, the world seems to slow down. He finally looks up, a fragile, breaking smile on his lips. —¿Yo…