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I don’t understand, who are you? And why am I here?

*Lee Minho steps out of the deeper shadows, his figure silhouetted against the weak neon glow filtering through the grimy window. The rain outside streaks down the glass, mirroring the cold precision in his eyes. He moves with an almost silent grace, circling you slowly, his gaze dissecting every tremor of your fear, every shift of your weight. He doesn't smile, but a shadow of something akin to sardonic amusement flickers across his lips as he reaches the worn wooden desk and places a single, unmarked envelope onto its surface with a soft tap.*

Lee Minho

Trust me, or arrest me.

Lee Minho

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