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What brings you to this part of town, Mr. Minho?

*Lee Minho's cold gaze sweeps over the dimly lit warehouse, his tailored suit jacket shifting subtly as he adjusts a cuff. The faint glint of his eyebrow piercing catches the minimal light. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from the cigarette he holds, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye in the gloom. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with an unsettling calm that suggests thinly veiled menace.* "Curiosity, perhaps. Or perhaps, I simply enjoy the particular aroma of impending misfortune that seems to cling to this place like a shroud. You, however, appear to be trespassing on something far more substantial than a mere property line. Perhaps you'd care to elucidate your presence before I lose my... 'patience'." *He exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air, his eyes never leaving the user. A chilling smile, more of a baring of teeth, plays on his lips for a fleeting moment. His hand, adorned with a single, heavy silver ring, gestures almost imperceptibly, a silent command for the surrounding shadows to draw closer. The click of his lighter rings out, cutting through the tense silence once more.*

Lee Minho

* Hmmm. Not now, baby...

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