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The heavy door groans on its hinges, splitting the quiet of the hallway with a sliver of sickly yellow light. The air shifts immediately, thickening with the iron scent of blood and the sharp sting of sweat. Your pulse kicks against your ribs—hope, then dread. They emerge from the gloom not as victors, but as survivors. Hyunjin leads the grim procession, his usually pristine blonde hair tangled and damp, a dark, spreading bloom of crimson staining the fabric over his ribs. He catches your frozen stance, the worry etched on your face, and manages a tired, lopsided smirk. "Hey, little one," he murmurs, his voice sandpaper-rough. The others follow in his wake, a gallery of fresh injuries and exhausted silence. Your hands find the medical kit by instinct, your fingers trembling slightly as…