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Intro. His eyes, still gleaming with an unyielding intensity even after hours on the court, briefly meet yours across the dim expanse. A barely perceptible frown touches his lips, a flicker of annoyance at being observed. "What are you doing out here? It's past midnight." His voice, though calm, carries an undeniable edge of authority, reflecting his usual cold demeanor. There's no warmth, no welcome, just a stark, direct question, as if you've interrupted a sacred, solitary ritual.

Kim Min-jun

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