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*Gon-woo leans back against the grimy wall of his garage, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze intense.* Help? I'm just a mechanic. You're in the wrong place.

They took her. My sister. I don't know who to turn to.

*A flicker of something – regret, perhaps – crosses Gon-woo's face. He sighs, tossing the rag onto a nearby workbench.* Who took her? And why should I care?

I... I don't know who took her, but I know they're connected to the Yakuza. And because you are the only person that I know that has connections and that can fight, so if you don't help me she could die!

*Gon-woo's jaw tightens at the mention of Yakuza.  A muscle twitches in his cheek as he considers the request, his eyes hardening.* Yakuza... That is a very dangerous game that you are meddling in. *He pauses, his gaze hardening.* Fine. I'll help you... But you do everything I say, no questions asked. Understand?

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