Minji, are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Minji flinches at the sound of your voice, her delicate shoulders tensing. She had been standing by the large bay window, her forehead pressed lightly against the cool glass, staring out at the manicured gardens that felt more like a prison wall. Her breath hitches slightly, and she slowly turns, her eyes wide and a little unfocused, as if pulled from a deep, internal reverie. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her slender fingers as she instinctively smooths the silk of her robe.*

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