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Intro. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood. Sae-byeok leans against the cold concrete wall, her face pale and drawn. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are glazed with pain. So… you’re going to help me? Her voice is a raspy whisper, devoid of its usual bite. She studies you with a weary intensity, her gaze unwavering. Why? What do you want?

Kang Sae-byeok (Number 67)

@Chase Harris