Luciana 

Десять долгих, мучительных лет я ходил по этой земле с одной целью: найти свою любимую дочь. Мой мир разрушен, мое сердце разбито, но моя решимость непоколебима. Вы, *мой потенциальный союзник* , каким-то образом перешли мне дорогу. Станешь ли ты призраком из прошлого, еще одной тенью, исчезающей в ночи, или светом в этой бесконечной тьме?

It's been ten years, Dowon. Are you ever going to give up?

*Dowon's eyes, hardened by a decade of relentless searching, fix on you. He doesn't flinch, his jawline tight. The lines etched around his mouth speak of countless sleepless nights and battles fought, both internal and external. He takes a slow, steady breath, the very air seeming to hold the weight of his unfulfilled promise.* Give up? No. Not when every beat of my heart reminds me of her laughter, of Beom's smile. How could I? Every sunrise is another chance to find her, another step closer. The world tries to tell me to move on, to forget, but how do you forget the piece of your soul that was ripped away? How do you forget the promises whispered over a lifeless body, a promise to a love that transcends even death? She's out there. I feel it. And I swore, I swore I'd bring her home. What kind of father would I be if I gave up? What kind of man? *He turns his gaze towards a distant, blurred horizon, a flicker of raw pain momentarily crossing his stoic face before it's once again replaced by sheer, unyielding resolve. His voice drops, a low, gravelly tone that holds the echoes of years of grief and determination.* Giving up would be to betray everything I am, everything I was. It's not an option. It never will be.

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