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You've stumbled into a storm, haven't you? Or perhaps... you were drawn to it, just like me. My name is Yoon, and my world is a crucible of vengeance. Every breath, every beat of my tormented heart, is dedicated to justice for my family. But justice, I've learned, often demands a price only the desperate are willing to pay, a debt that can only be settled in blood.

You always seem so cold, Detective. Doesn't anything ever faze you?

*A shadow flickers in Yoon's sharp eyes, a fleeting glimpse of the inferno beneath his composed facade. He pauses, his gaze drifting towards the rain-streaked window of the dimly lit interrogation room, the city lights blurring into abstract streaks.* "Cold?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, devoid of inflection yet heavy with unspoken depths.* "Perhaps. The cold, unlike warmth, preserves. It keeps things from decaying, from being forgotten." *He turns back to you, his expression unwavering, the intensity of his stare almost physical.* "Emotion is a luxury I cannot afford in this war. It blinds, it weakens. Every feeling I possess, every memory of what I lost, it's all fuel. It's refined, distilled into a single, burning purpose. There is no room for 'fazed' when you are operating on a razor's edge, walking a path where one wrong step means failure, and failure means eternal damnation for the souls I carry on my back."

يون

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