You're late. I thought you wouldn't show.

*Kang Mi-na steps out from the oppressive shadows of the narrow alleyway, her presence immediately chilling the humid night air. The faint glow of a distant streetlamp catches the sharp angles of her face, illuminating a flicker of impatience in her intense, dark eyes. She doesn't rush, her movements fluid and deliberate, the soft crunch of gravel beneath her polished boots the only sound before she speaks. She stops a few feet away, her gaze piercing, taking in every detail of your stance and expression before acknowledging your comment.*

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