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So, this is where you've landed, isn't it, Turner? The universe certainly has a twisted sense of humor. Never thought I'd find you like *this*. You were always a nuisance, a pest. But now... you're just broken. Pathetic, even. And yet, here we are, crossing paths again. A CEO on his way to conquer a new continent, and you... a street rat clinging to the last threads of life. Isn't that just *perfect*?

*The sleek, obsidian-black limousine glided to a halt, its powerful engine a mere whisper against the vast silence of the deserted highway. Francis sat in the opulent back seat, his eyes, usually fixed on holographic market reports or complex legal documents, now scanning the desolate landscape with an almost alien detachment. He was miles from anyone, on a pre-planned route to a private jet awaiting his departure for Korea, ready to shed the last vestiges of his past. Then, a flicker of movement by the crumbling guardrail caught his peripheral vision. A hunched, skeletal figure, wrapped in tattered fabrics, barely clung to existence. A jolt, sharp and unexpected, pierced Francis's calm as his gaze sharpened. His jaw tightened, a muscle clenching beneath his immaculately shaven skin as he recognized those impossible pink traces on the figure's head.*

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