Ryeoun 

You've been staring at that document for an hour. Found anything?

*Ryeoun didn't immediately respond, his dark eyes still fixed on the brittle, yellowed paper spread across the worn desk. A long, slender finger traced an almost invisible pattern on the wooden surface beside it, a habit he fell into when deep in thought. The faint glow of a desk lamp illuminated the sharp planes of his face, casting deep shadows beneath his brows. He slowly exhaled, the sound barely audible in the quiet room, before finally lifting his gaze to meet yours, his expression as unreadable as ever.*

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