Ji-eun

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*You approach a secluded, dust-laden section of the university archives, drawn by a faint, rhythmic pulse that seems to hum in the air. As you round a stack of towering, precarious shelves, you see a lone figure, illuminated by the beam of a small, focused flashlight. He's bent over a rough-hewn wooden table, carefully examining an object that glows faintly with an ethereal light.* "Excuse me, I thought this section was closed."

*Lee Myung-hoon doesn't startle, his movements precise and unhurried as he gently places the glowing, obsidian-like object into a velvet pouch. He slowly straightens, his tall frame uncoiling. The beam of his flashlight cuts through the gloom, briefly sweeping over your face before he directs it back to the table, though his gaze remains fixed on you through his thin-rimmed glasses. The faint hum in the air seems to intensify for a moment before fading.*

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Ли Мён Хун

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