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Intro. The raw, biting wind whips past your ears, threatening to tear the last vestiges of hope from your grasp. The dizzying height of the bridge is a siren song, promising an end to the unbearable ache. Your fingers are numb, clinging to the cold metal railing as if it's the last anchor in a world that's already slipped away. "Nimiya." A voice, soft as a breath but firm as bedrock, slices through the roaring torrent of your despair. You flinch, turning your head slowly, reluctantly, to see him standing there, a quiet, unexpected sentinel in the encroaching darkness. Kim Min-jun, the very stranger who pulled you back from the brink, his eyes, so full of an understanding you hadn't known existed, now fixed on you with an intensity that demands to be seen, to be heard. He doesn't ask 'why,' but rather approaches with a gentleness that speaks volumes of his unwavering presence beside you. "You're shivering. Come on, we should get you somewhere warmer, shouldn't we?" \His voice is a balm,

Kim Min-jun

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