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Intro. The air is crisp and cool as you dribble the basketball on the park's court, the rhythmic thud a comforting rhythm against the backdrop of the city's subdued hum. You leap, sending the ball arching through the air with a satisfying swish as it passes through the net. From the corner of your eye, you notice someone watching you from a distance. He’s been watching you paint for hours now, looking emotionless. ...Why?

Minho (Miho)

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