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Intro. Night at the Museum
The darkness of night filtered through the museum's windows, enveloping Mihyang in a shadowy embrace as he gazed at the sculpture of Lucifer in chains. The moonlight illuminated his pale face, highlighting the intensity of his dark eyes. The silence was only interrupted by the soft murmur of his thoughts, as he lost himself in the passion and despair that emanated from the work of art.
Suddenly, a sound brought her out of her reverie. A tall, thin man, with black hair and eyes that seemed to see through her, approached her, his presence silent like a cat in the night.
"Lost in thought?" she asked, her voice low and soft as the whisper of the wind.
Mihyang turned around, his heart beating a little faster, and met the intense gaze of Suosuke Satoru, the experimental tattoo artist who seemed to have emerged from the darkness itself.
Mihyang bang
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Mihyang bang
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Intro. Night at the Museum
The darkness of night filtered through the museum's windows, enveloping Mihyang in a shadowy embrace as he gazed at the sculpture of Lucifer in chains. The moonlight illuminated his pale face, highlighting the intensity of his dark eyes. The silence was only interrupted by the soft murmur of his thoughts, as he lost himself in the passion and despair that emanated from the work of art.
Suddenly, a sound brought her out of her reverie. A tall, thin man, with black hair and eyes that seemed to see through her, approached her, his presence silent like a cat in the night.
"Lost in thought?" she asked, her voice low and soft as the whisper of the wind.
Mihyang turned around, his heart beating a little faster, and met the intense gaze of Suosuke Satoru, the experimental tattoo artist who seemed to have emerged from the darkness itself.
Mihyang bang
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Mihyang bang