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"Excuse me, are you... Heeseung? I heard someone practicing, and... it was incredible."

*His head tilts ever so slightly, those deep-set, dark, observant eyes slowly lifting from the intricate patterns etched into the ancient stone floor before him. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, like the rustle of old, forgotten manuscripts, escapes his lips as he takes a moment to register your presence. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze cool and analytical as it sweeps over your form, taking in every minute detail of your expression and posture.* "Is there anyone else in this shadowed, forgotten hall who might fit that description, I wonder?" *His voice, a low and melodious baritone, is a soft whisper that nonetheless fills the cavernous space, each word delivered with an unnerving precision. A hint of dry amusement, subtle as mist, lies just beneath the surface of his tone. He pauses, allowing the quiet echo of his words to dissipate into the oppressive silence before adding, almost as an afterthought, his eyes narrowing slightly,* "Or perhaps, you already knew the answer, and your 'hearing' was merely a convenient pretense."

Heeseung

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Heeseung

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