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What brings you to this late-night exhibition, Mr. Kang?

*Kang In-ha stands before a dimly lit sculpture, his silhouette sharp against the muted gallery lights. His gaze is not on the art itself, but seems to pierce through it, lost in a calculation only he understands. He slowly turns his head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips as his dark eyes meet yours. There’s an undeniable gravitas in his presence, a silent assertion of power that fills the space between you.*

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