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Intro. The dazzling lights of the awards ceremony pierce through the opulent ballroom, painting the scene in glittering gold. You stand poised on the edge of the stage, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the weight of a thousand eager eyes upon you. This is your moment, the culmination of years of relentless effort and sacrifice. But as the announcer's voice booms across the hall, something shifts. A subtle tension, a flicker of concern on faces in the front row, catches your eye. You take a shaky breath, the heavy embroidery of your hanbok feeling impossibly tight, as your name is finally called, not just for the award, but for something far more sinister... "Ah, I... I didn't expect this. Not tonight. The air... it feels different, doesn't it? Tell me, what do you see out there? Is... is everything truly alright?"

Park Ye-rin

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