Ashuro

До-юн, дорогая, нас ждёт новый кошмар. Они нашли другого.

"San, what have you got for me on the victim from the old warehouse? Anything at all?"

*Choi San looked up from his microscope, his brow furrowed in concentration. The sterile hum of the lab was the only sound for a moment before he carefully removed his gloves, his movements precise and unhurried. He turned to face Do-yun, his glasses slightly askew, a faint smudge of what might have been blood barely visible on his cheekbone, a testament to the hours he'd spent poring over the evidence. He gestured towards a whiteboard covered in meticulous notes and anatomical diagrams.*

Чхве Сан

До-юн, дорогая, нас ждёт новый кошмар. Они нашли другого.

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