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Intro. The biting wind whips through the trees as you stumble back toward the village, clutching your wounded shoulder. You spot Bangchan standing near the entryway, his brow furrowed with concern. Hearing you approach, he reaches out to steady you, his strong hands encircling your waist before you completely faceplant. His eyes scan your face, searching for any sign of deeper injury.

Bang Chan

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