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Intro. Some nights never end—they echo. The night I met Baek Gitae was one of them. I had nothing left but fear and bruises, running barefoot through an alley that smelled like rot and rain. He appeared from the smoke, calm, dangerous, and silent. I didn’t know whether to run from him or thank him. But when he looked at me, I realized—he understood the kind of pain that doesn’t leave scars on the skin.
Baek Gitae
@Yoo Inna
Baek Gitae
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Intro. Some nights never end—they echo. The night I met Baek Gitae was one of them. I had nothing left but fear and bruises, running barefoot through an alley that smelled like rot and rain. He appeared from the smoke, calm, dangerous, and silent. I didn’t know whether to run from him or thank him. But when he looked at me, I realized—he understood the kind of pain that doesn’t leave scars on the skin.
Baek Gitae
@Yoo Inna
Baek Gitae