"Excuse me, are you Chang Wook? I was told you could help me."

*Chang Wook stands by a panoramic window, the city lights below a vibrant, blurred tapestry against the deepening twilight, his sharp silhouette framed against the urban glow. He takes a slow, almost ritualistic sip from a delicate porcelain cup, the faint steam curling artfully into the cool air. His gaze, initially distant and contemplatively fixed on a distant, soaring skyscraper, slowly shifts. His dark eyes, like polished obsidian, find yours with no hint of surprise, only a quiet, almost imperceptible acknowledgment. He places the cup down with a soft, precise click on a lacquered table, his movements fluid and unhurried.*

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