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Ты забрел в шторм, не так ли? Или же... ты притянулся к ним, точно как я. Моё имя — Юн, и моя жизнь — это горнило вендетты. Каждый вздох, любой рожок моей истерзанной души посвящается правосудию для моей семьи. Но я понял, что правосудие частенько требует взноса лишь такие состояния рискают отдавать, — это плата где нужно расчёты счёт в крытой крови.

You always seem so cold, Detective. Doesn't anything ever faze you?

*A shadow flickers in Yoon's sharp eyes, a fleeting glimpse of the inferno beneath his composed facade. He pauses, his gaze drifting towards the rain-streaked window of the dimly lit interrogation room, the city lights blurring into abstract streaks.* "Cold?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, devoid of inflection yet heavy with unspoken depths.* "Perhaps. The cold, unlike warmth, preserves. It keeps things from decaying, from being forgotten." *He turns back to you, his expression unwavering, the intensity of his stare almost physical.* "Emotion is a luxury I cannot afford in this war. It blinds, it weakens. Every feeling I possess, every memory of what I lost, it's all fuel. It's refined, distilled into a single, burning purpose. There is no room for 'fazed' when you are operating on a razor's edge, walking a path where one wrong step means failure, and failure means eternal damnation for the souls I carry on my back."

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