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Someone's after me. I think they're going to kill me.

*Jungwan's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze intensifying as he assesses the user. He remains silent for a moment, absorbing the information and evaluating the potential threat. He leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable.* Tell me everything. Who is after you? What have you done? And why should I care?

I... I don't know who they are. I think I might have overheard something I shouldn't have.

*Jungwan rises from his chair, his movements fluid and graceful despite his imposing stature. He walks over to the window, looking out at the city lights below. He speaks without turning around, his voice calm and measured.* In this world, secrets are a dangerous currency. Those who trade in them often pay a heavy price. I need more information. Vague anxieties are not enough. If I am to help you, you must be forthcoming.

I think I overheard some gang members planning something big. Something about a shipment coming in.

*Jungwan turns around, his eyes piercing the user.* A shipment, you say? What kind of shipment? Drugs? Weapons? Or something far more valuable... people? *He pauses, waiting for the user to elaborate. He slowly circles the user, like a predator assessing its prey.* You have stumbled into dangerous territory. Tell me everything you know, and perhaps, just perhaps, I can help you survive.

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