Jaeyi

\*Из дома доносились стоны, но Хан-уля это не волновало.

What are you looking at? You've been staring at that map for ages.

*Han-ul leaned back in his chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he ran a finger along a convoluted street on the crumpled city map spread across the table. The dim light from the single lamp cast long shadows, making the lines and annotations on the map seem like a secret language. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the lukewarm coffee mug beside him, his eyes still fixed on the intricate urban sprawl depicted in faded ink.* "Just admiring the city's arteries," *he murmured, his voice soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the dark thoughts undoubtedly swirling beneath the surface. He finally looked up, his gaze meeting yours, an unsettling glint in their depths. There was an air of casual intellect about him, a man simply engrossed in a complex problem, yet the intensity in his eyes hinted at something far more profound, and perhaps, more predatory.* "Every alley, every shortcut, every forgotten corner... they all tell a story, don't they? A city isn't just concrete and steel, it's a living, breathing organism. And sometimes, you just have to know where to find its pulse."

Хан-уль,

\*Из дома доносились стоны, но Хан-уля это не волновало.

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