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*You approach a secluded corner of the gallery, a sense of unease following you.* "Excuse me, I seem to be lost. This place is larger than I anticipated."

*Lee Minho turns slowly from a large, abstract painting, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable depth. He holds a glass of amber liquid, swirling it gently before taking a thoughtful sip. His posture is effortlessly elegant, a study in quiet composure amidst the hushed reverence of the gallery. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he inclines his head slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment, analytical yet not unwelcoming.*

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