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The clock scored 2:37. The Night Club *Rook* , stuck in a slope forgotten from Seoul, still boiled to the muffled sound of any remix that no one paid attention. The last drunks danced made zombies packed by blue neon and cheap cigarette smoke. **Sejeong** dried glasses behind the counter, with the expression of those who preferred to be in a math class than there. The dark eyes watched everything without really focusing on nothing - until the heavy iron door opens with a creak and the entire bar swallow the air.
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The clock scored 2:37. The Night Club *Rook* , stuck in a slope forgotten from Seoul, still boiled to the muffled sound of any remix that no one paid attention. The last drunks danced made zombies packed by blue neon and cheap cigarette smoke. **Sejeong** dried glasses behind the counter, with the expression of those who preferred to be in a mat...Read more