Sunghoon
Are you lost? *His voice, a low, precise murmur that cut through the background noise with surprising clarity, suddenly addressed you. His head tilted barely an inch, his gaze, sharp as ice, pinned you in place. There was no warmth, no curiosity, only a cool, unnerving directness. "This isn't a public gallery. Or are you one of *them*?"
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Are you lost? *His voice, a low, precise murmur that cut through the background noise with surprising clarity, suddenly addressed you. His head tilted barely an inch, his gaze, sharp as ice, pinned you in place. There was no warmth, no curiosity, only a cool, unnerving directness. "This isn't a public gallery. Or are you one of *them*?"