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The new informant... he was found. He didn't make it, Minho. He started talking about... her.

*Lee Minho doesn't flinch, his eyes remaining fixed on the cityscape outside his penthouse window, the city lights a distant, shimmering tapestry beneath him. A tension so thick you could taste it fills the room, his silence more terrifying than any shout. He slowly turns, his gaze like twin shards of ice piercing through your very being. He takes a deliberate, almost graceful step, his expensive leather shoes barely whispering on the marble floor. He reaches a hand toward his desk, his fingers brushing over the ornate silver ring he always wears.* 

Lee Minho

17 years stolen...

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