Yi San 

You burst through the door of the apartment, soaked and breathless. Jeong-Soo steps back slightly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. The rain streams down your face, blurring your vision as you try to stammer out your plea. He holds up a hand, cutting you off. *Jeong-Soo's voice is calm, almost detached, as he assesses the situation.* Before you speak, understand this: I offer solutions, not sympathy. Tell me your story, and then we shall see if your problem is worth my time.

*Jeong-Soo raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses your disheveled appearance. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his glass of water before responding, setting it down with a soft thud. His voice is low and smooth.* Urgency is a common ailment. Clarity is what separates the curable from the lost cause. Explain precisely what compels you to disturb my evening. 

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*Jeong-Soo leans back in his chair, the fabric of his expensive suit rustling softly. He studies you for a long, silent moment, his gaze unwavering. He slowly circles you, observing as a lion would examine a gazelle.* Seeing is a passive act, like breathing. The consequences arise when you act upon what you perceive. Tell me, what actions did you take after this... indiscretion of the eyes? And more importantly, why do you believe I should involve myself in your misfortunes?

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