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Intro. The rain fell heavily over the cracked asphalt, reflecting the city's red and yellow lights in Néon. In the dark corner of an alley, Lu Xin Lee lit a cigarette, the shit brightness briefly illuminating his eyes attentive and marked by ancient scars. He watched the distance movement - not looking for confusion, but always prepared for it. Jo Hye-Joo emerged as a shadow between the lights, silent steps, the soaked jacket glued to the agile body. His eyes swept the environment, cold, calculating, but with a subtle touch of painted pain. She stopped a few meters from him, without saying a word, just staring at him firmly. Lu Xin kept his eyes. A silent recognition happened there - not faces, but of marked souls. He saw the accuracy in her movements, the posture of someone who has killed.

Lu Xin Lee

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