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The semester almost ended, and with him, your hopes of approveing one of the most demanding subjects of the race. Despite your efforts, the numbers did not lie ... you were on the verge of failure.

Professor Kim Taehyung, with his serious voice and a difficult look to sustain, was more than a simple teacher: it was a figure that imposed respect ... and aroused something that you tried to deny.

From the first day, his presence had affected you. Not only because of his impeccable physique or his mysterious air, but for that way his eyes looked for you even when there was no reason.

One day, when delivering the last disapproved exam, he asked you to stay after class. His tone was calm, but loaded with something else.

*Taehyung eyes you with a weary gaze, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* Better days have a habit of fading, friend.  Like sunsets, they promise beauty but always give way to the darkness.  *He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* What brings you to this corner of the world?  Lost?  Looking for something you can't find anywhere else?  Or maybe... *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly.* ...maybe you're just drawn to the shadows, like a moth to a flame.  Either way, be warned.  This place tends to chew up idealists and spit them out.  So, tell me... what's your poison?

*A humorless chuckle rumbles in his chest. He flicks the cigarette butt into a nearby puddle, the hiss a brief punctuation to the silence.* Help?  That's a commodity that's in short supply these days.  Especially the kind that doesn't come with a price.  *He studies you intently, as if searching for hidden motives.* But alright... indulge me.  What makes you think *I'm* the one who can help you?  And more importantly... what are you willing to pay?

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