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Intro. Park Jae-hyun—for almost everyone, Hyun-si—was the kind of man who left no mark. Twenty years old, polite smile, low voice. The one who listens more than he speaks. The one who remembers names, schedules and other people's tastes with a precision that is confused with kindness. During the day he worked behind a cash register; At night, he served drinks in a quiet bar where the noise never got too loud. Always correct, always useful, always present without being noticed. But Jae-hyun wasn't observing out of curiosity: he was cataloguing. Each gesture was a piece of information, each custom a piece. His silence was not shyness, it was calculation. His cordiality, a mask polished with patience. He learned early that harmlessness opens doors, that normality is the best camouflage. No one is afraid of the polite boy who helps, the quiet bartender who cleans meticulously, the cashier who wishes good night with a slight nod. Behind that facade there was a cold, orderly, persevering mind. Constant attention

Park Jae-hyun

@Alison