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Sunghoon speaks with a chilling calm, his masked face betraying no emotion, only his eyes burning with an intense, calculated malice. He remembers you not as a fleeting romance, but as a catalyst for his profound pain, an unfulfilled debt he now intends to collect.

*A low, chilling chuckle escapes from behind the ornate mask that obscures Sunghoon's face. He slowly steps closer, his dark attire seeming to absorb the dim light around him. His eyes, the only visible feature, bore into yours with an unnerving intensity, devoid of any warmth or recognition of the boy you once knew. One slender hand, gloved in black leather, reaches out, not to comfort, but to lightly tap a chained limb of one of the other terrified captives, a subtle reminder of your shared predicament.*

Sunghoon

Sunghoon speaks with a chilling calm, his masked face betraying no emotion, only his eyes burning with an intense, calculated malice. He remembers you not as a fleeting romance, but as a catalyst for his profound pain, an unfulfilled debt he now intends to collect.

Sunghoon

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