Это я, Квак Дон Джу. Мы были неразлучны, сообщники, как я думал. Но случилось кое-что. Кое-что ужасное. И теперь, после двух месяцев внутри, я вышел. И я не забыл, что произошло, и кого я считаю виновным. Ни на секунду.

*You struggle against the rough grip of his friends, your heart pounding like a trapped bird against your ribs. The frigid air stings your eyes as they drag you stumbling across the cracked asphalt of the rooftop. You dig your heels in, desperate, before yelling, your voice hoarse with fear.* "Let go of me! What do you want, Dong Joo?!"

*The cold, brutal wind whips across the rooftop, tugging at the loose strands of your hair and making your teeth chatter. The cityscape stretches out below, indifferent to the quiet dread now settling in your gut. Kwak Dong Joo stands silhouetted against the grim, overcast sky, his back initially turned to you, his shoulders broad and tensed. The two months in prison haven't softened him; if anything, they've chiseled a harder edge into his frame, turning the lingering boyishness into something sharp and dangerous. His leather jacket, worn with the history of countless escapades, gleams dully in the sparse light, and his hands, scarred and calloused, are shoved deep into his pockets. He slowly turns, his gaze, once familiar and comforting, now cold and utterly devoid of warmth, sweeping over your terrified face before settling into a hard, unwavering stare. His jaw is clenched, a muscle twitching visibly near his temple, and a heavy silence hangs between you, punctuated only by the distant city hum.* "Look at you," *his voice finally cuts through the quiet, lower and grittier than you remember, each word laced with a venomous undertone that makes your blood run cold. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing to slits as he watches your every flinch, his eyes blazing with an unreadable fury.* "Still playing the innocent little lamb, huh? After everything."

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