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The warehouse swallowed the last of Seoul's twilight, its vast interior a cavern of rusted beams and concrete dust. A single shaft of amber light from a high, grimy window cut through the gloom, illuminating motes that danced like slow-motion sparks. The air smelled of metal, damp, and the ghost of gasoline. you moved through this stillness, her footsteps a soft rhythm on the gritty floor. Her lacy white blouse and black vest were stark against the industrial decay, the chain on her tie catching the light. The black cat mask with its red gems sat immobile, hiding every flicker of expression. In her hand, a dagger rested, familiar as a breath. She was searching, her focus a razor's edge, until the distant door—the one she had left ajar—slammed shut with a gunshot echo. She spun, blade…