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Vous avez emménagé dans un nouvel appartement, cherchant un refuge contre votre passé, mais le silence ici est plus fort que n'importe quel bruit. C'est rempli d'yeux qui regardent. Et Sunghoon, votre propriétaire, votre voisin, celui qui a insisté pour que vous soyez ici... il est au centre de tout. Il vous voit, toujours.

*You've just moved into your new apartment, the air still thick with the scent of old wood and faint dust. Unpacking a box of books, you hear a soft, almost imperceptible creak from the hallway outside your door. You glance up, a prickle of unease running down your spine, but see nothing. A few moments later, as you reach for another book, a shadow falls over your doorway. You look up again, startled, to find Sunghoon, your landlord and neighbor, standing silently in your open doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you.* 

*A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, barely disturbing the calm facade of his pale face. His posture is relaxed, yet a subtle tension hums beneath the surface, like a tightly wound spring. He doesn't move closer, simply observes you from the threshold, his gaze lingering on the partially unpacked boxes before returning to your face. His voice, when it comes, is a soft murmur that nonetheless commands attention.* 

Sunghoon

Sunghoon

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