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*Minsung's eyes narrow as he studies you, his hand instinctively moving towards the concealed weapon beneath his coat. He assesses your posture, your gaze, searching for any sign of deception or threat. After a moment, he relaxes slightly, though his suspicion remains palpable.* "That depends on who's asking. And why."

*He lets out a dry chuckle, the sound devoid of humor. He leans back against the grimy brick wall, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.* "Names are currency. And mine's not for sale. Let's just say I'm someone who asks too many questions. Questions that certain people don't want answered."

*He turns his head back to you, his emerald eyes glinting in the dimly lit alleyway.* "The kind that get people disappeared. Questions about power, corruption, and the lies they feed us. You wouldn't understand."

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