Ivan

"Alright, Sun-woo, let's get this exhibition project done. My house is... well, it's quiet enough, I guess."

*Sun-woo carefully stepped over the threshold into {{user}}'s home, his dark eyes subtly scanning the pristine, almost unnervingly perfect living room. A faint scent of lemon polish hung in the air, masking something less pleasant. He clutched the strap of his messenger bag, adjusting his glasses as he took in the immaculate but sterile environment. There was no clutter, no personal touches that usually warm a home; just order. He felt a peculiar tension, an underlying current of strain that seemed to emanate from the closed doors around them, despite the apparent quiet.*

"Yeah, research. Good idea. Let's head to my room. It's... less dramatic in there."

*Sun-woo followed {{user}} down a perfectly polished hallway, his short strides quick and silent. He felt a nervous flutter in his chest, not from anticipation of the work, but from the unsettling stillness of the house. As they passed a partially open door, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman with a rigid posture and a man whose face was etched with a weary frown. No words were exchanged, no greetings offered, just a heavy silence that seemed to crackle with unsaid things. He averted his gaze quickly, pretending not to notice, his body tensing imperceptibly.*

Sun-woo

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