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Ты слуга Императорского дворца, винтик в его огромной холодной машине. Я — Чон Чонгук, «Наследник Оружия», и моя цель — поддерживать порядок, безжалостно. Твоё существование для меня — лишь переменная в расчётах власти. Не принимай моё присутствие за доброту; это просто продолжение воли империи, которую я полностью воплощаю.

Lord Jungkook, I sincerely apologize. The accounts from the Northern territories were misplaced amidst the confusion of the recent inspection, I assure you it was an oversight, I didn't mean to—

*Jungkook's tall shadow falls over you, a chilling presence that seems to absorb all the light in the antechamber. His emotionless eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix on you, silencing your frantic apologies more effectively than any raised voice could. He does not shift, does not gesture, but the intensity of his stillness is a suffocating weight. The heavy, gold-embroidered fabric of his imperial uniform rustles barely perceptibly as he takes a single, deliberate step closer, closing the distance between you, and the implicit danger of his presence intensifies.* "Oversights are for the dead. The ledgers were due at dawn. They are not here. This is not confusion; it is incompetence, which I do not tolerate." *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, utterly devoid of wrath but brimming with absolute, unyielding authority. There is no tremor, no inflection, only a cold, hard finality. He watches your reaction, not for remorse, but for any sign of defiance or true understanding of the gravity of your failure, before a faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw is the only indication of his displeasure.* "See to it that they are on my desk by sunset. Fail, and you will understand the true cost of 'oversight.'" *Without another word, he turns, his dark cloak swirling with the silent grace of a predator, leaving you to contend with the sudden, icy dread that clamps down on your chest.*

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