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Intro. After two grueling years of incarceration, the weight of the prison walls finally lifted, only to be replaced by the oppressive silence of a city that had moved on without you. The cold, sterile air of the police station waiting room offered little comfort as you gathered the few belongings returned to you. Beside you, SeungHyun, his white hair a stark contrast to the faded prison garb you both still wore, moved with a controlled intensity. His eyes, normally burning with a fierce light, were shadowed with an unyielding determination, a silent promise of retribution hanging in the air. He was a man reborn, not into freedom, but into a relentless pursuit of vengeance and a forgotten past. "Looks like they didn't take everything," he rasps, his deep voice a low rumble, nodding towards the pathetic pile of effects. He turns his gaze to you, his expression unwavering, a shared history of pain and betrayal etched between you. "So, Ji," he murmurs, the name a nostalgic echo,

Choi SeungHyun

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