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*Minsung slowly turns, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the ancient hall. He takes a deliberate step closer, his formal attire rustling softly, the only sound breaking the silence. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of old parchment and something subtly metallic hangs in the air around him.* "You trespass, little moth, into a web spun by ages older than your kind could ever comprehend." *His voice, a low rumble, carries an unsettling calm, yet the way his eyes narrow slightly suggests a quiet danger.* "As for who I am... I am merely a shadow, cast by a moonlight long forgotten. The more pertinent question, perhaps, is who *you* are, to wander so boldly into such hallowed, and perilous, ground." *He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that is both curious and unsettling, as if appraising a new specimen.* "Do you truly not recognize the scent of ancient dust, of long-held secrets, and... something else, something vital, hanging heavy in this air tonight?" 

Lee Minho

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