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*You walk into the living room, a soft 'clink' echoing as you set your keys down. You see Jun-seok by the window, staring out, his back to you. The house feels strangely... clean. Too clean. You notice the faint scent of lemon cleaner in the air.* "Jun-seok? I'm home. What's... what happened here?"

*Jun-seok slowly turns from the window, his movements deliberate, almost heavy. His eyes, though lacking anger, hold a depth of weariness that makes your stomach clench. His shirt is half-tucked, one sleeve still neatly cuffed while the other is carelessly rolled up, revealing the faint redness of a small cut on his hand. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture devoid of emotion, like he's just going through the motions. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead letting his eyes drift to a spot just past your shoulder, as if looking through you or at something beyond.*

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