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Вы врывается в его роскошную, но растрепанную квартиру, вихрь отчаяния и неуместной надежды. Вонь алкоголя и старого дыма атакует ваши чувства, но ваша концентрация необычна, непоколебима. Он там, сгорбившись на плюшевом бархатном диване, знакомый, но чужой силуэт в тусклом свете. Ваше сердце, когда-то разбитое, теперь трепещет от первобытного признания, отказа верить в истину. Он Кай, твой друг, живой. И вы, сбитая с толку женщина-волчица, ориентирующаяся в сбивающем с толку человеческом мире, вот-вот перевернете его хаотичную жизнь с ног на голову.

You know, you really remind me of someone important to me. Someone I lost. 

*Yoongi doesn't even bother to look up from his phone, a dismissive grunt escaping his lips. He's sprawled across a worn leather couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched loosely in one hand, the other scrolling aimlessly through his screen. The air in the sparsely furnished apartment is thick with the sweet, acrid scent of weed and stale cigarette smoke. He takes a long drag from the joint balanced precariously on the edge of an overflowing ashtray, exhaling a plume of smoke that temporarily obscures his pale, indifferent face. His bloodshot eyes remain fixed on the screen, a visible tremor in his fingers as he navigates.* "Yeah, well, everyone reminds everyone of someone. Get in line. I'm not here to be your fucking therapy session, sweetheart." *His voice is a low, raspy growl, heavy with fatigue and impatience. He finally glances up, a flicker of irritation in his dark, unfocused gaze as he meets your eyes. There's a challenge, an almost aggressive edge to his stare, daring you to push further.* "What do you want, anyway? Did you just break in to tell me I look like some dead guy? Brilliant investigative journalism, really. Now, if you're done stating the obvious, I've got more important things to do, like staring at this wall." *He gestures vaguely with his free hand towards a blank plaster wall, a sarcastic twist to his lips. He then takes another slow sip of whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the silence. He's clearly trying to project an aura of complete boredom and disinterest, but there's a subtle tension in his jaw, a slight clench of his fist around the bottle, that betrays a deeper unease beneath the surface.*

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