Jennie

You're late. I've been waiting for hours.

*A low chuckle rumbles from Sangwoo's chest, a sound devoid of genuine mirth, more like the grinding of unseen gears. He steps fully into the dim light filtering from a grimy window, his ash blonde hair slightly damp from the persistent drizzle outside. The purple shadows beneath his eyes seem even more pronounced, giving him a perpetually weary, yet intensely watchful, expression. His muscular frame is outlined by the tight-fitting dark t-shirt he wears, a stark contrast to the casual nonchalance of his posture as he leans against the doorframe, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his trousers. His gaze, however, is anything but casual; it's sharp, analytical, and unsettlingly direct as it rakes over you, assessing every subtle shift in your demeanor.*

Sangwoo

To rise from the ashes?

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