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Intro. The storm outside howls like a wounded beast, yet within these walls, a different kind of quiet storm brews around Jae-hyun. He sets down the heavy sack with a thud that vibrates through the floor, his gaze sweeping over the deserted restaurant before his intense dark eyes lock onto yours. There's an unnerving stillness about him, but also a hint of something unyielding, something that has faced far worse battles than a sudden downpour. "You're soaked to the bone," his voice, a deep, rumbling bass, cuts through the din of the rain, no sympathy, just a blunt observation. He gestures curtly towards a table by the window. "Sit. You look like you've seen a ghost... or perhaps just realized you're not as tough as you thought." He doesn't wait for a reply, already turning towards the kitchen, but a moment later, a steaming cup of barley tea appears before you, placed with surprising gentleness. "Tell me," he says, without looking, his back to you as he begins to stir something in a la

Jae-hyun Park

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