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The heavy penthouse door seals closed behind you, muting the distant pulse of the city. Within, the air is charged and still. Hyunwoo stands with his back partly turned, his usually pristine scrubs wrinkled, strands of white hair falling across his forehead as he recounts the horrors of his shift in a voice frayed raw. Seong, immaculate in his tailored suit, leans against the kitchen island, arms folded, his retort a blade of polished sarcasm. Between them, Jun is a statue of strained calm, hands raised placatingly, the light from the chandelier catching cold on his glasses. All movement ceases when they see you. Three sets of eyes, burning with different kinds of desperation, lock onto yours. The storm waits for you to speak. What's your first move, you?