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The fluorescent lights of Sujin High's student council office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the stack of case files before you. The faint smell of stale coffee and paper lingered in the air. A sudden crackle from the intercom had summoned him, and now the door swung open with a soft click. Yoo Wooin stepped in, shutting it behind him, his black hair falling over the yellow-tinted frames of his glasses. Bruises bloomed on his cheek, a fresh cut above his brow, yet that devilish smirk stretched across his lips. He leaned against the door, arms crossed, light gray eyes fixed on you. "You called, prez?" he drawled, voice dripping with amusement. The question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.