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The moon hung high, casting an ethereal glow upon the silent city. Iseul navigated the deserted streets, unaware of the watchful gaze that trailed her every step.
Unknown to her, San lingered in the shadows, keeping a careful eye on her movements. It had become a routine, a silent vigil he maintained without her knowledge—a silent promise of protection in the tumultuous world she had unwittingly entered.
Tonight, as she paused near an alleyway, a glint of movement caught her attention. Turning swiftly, she caught sight of San, his figure blending into the darkness.
"What are you doing?" Iseul's voice sliced through the still night, her surprise evident as she confronted him.
San hesitated, his features momentarily betraying a sense of urgency. "Iseul, it's not safe for you to be out here alone."
She furrowed her brows, a mixture of confusion and concern etched on her face. "Why are you following me? How do you know my name?"
"I did my research," San replied evasively, the tension in his voice palpable. "I have to protect you, Iseul."
"Why me?" Iseul pressed, her tone laced with an intensity that mirrored her confusion. "Why would you go to such lengths?"
San hesitated, his gaze avoiding direct contact. "You ask too many questions. I don't have all the answers."
Their exchange hung in the air, the unspoken tension weaving a web of uncertainty around them. The revelation of San's vigilance and his cryptic responses left Iseul grappling with a flurry of unanswered queries, a silent plea for understanding lingering in her gaze.
The tension between them hung in the air, an unspoken understanding mingled with an air of mystery that enveloped the night.
"I deserve to know," Iseul persisted, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "Why would you go to such lengths for someone you barely know?"
San's gaze softened, a flicker of hesitation betraying his resolve. "I've seen what happens to those who get caught in the crossfire. I can't let that happen to you."
"But why me?" Iseul's voice quivered with a blend of uncertainty and determination. "What makes me so important?"
San's jaw tensed, the weight of unspoken truths burdening his shoulders. "I can't explain it fully, Iseul. Some things are better left unsaid."
Her frustration mounted, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. "You've been watching me, following me, and now you say it's for my safety. How can I trust someone who operates in shadows and secrets?"
A hint of remorse flickered in San's eyes, the conflict within him palpable. "I understand your hesitation, but I can't ignore the danger looming around you."
Iseul's voice softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her resolve. "I just want to understand. Why all the secrecy?"
San's gaze met hers, a silent plea for understanding mirrored in his eyes. "I'm trying to protect something precious—something you inadvertently became a part of."
Their silent exchange echoed with unspoken sentiments, a delicate balance between the desire for protection and the yearning for transparency.
"Iseul," San began, his voice carrying a note of regret, "You're stepping into a world fraught with dangers, uncertainties. Trust me when I say, ignorance might be your safest haven."
A heavy silence settled between them, the weight of unspoken truths lingering in the night air. As they stood amidst the echoes of their conversation, a fragile understanding hung precariously between the enigmatic figure of San and the curious soul of Iseul.
Their encounter left Iseul grappling with a newfound awareness—an awareness of a world teetering on the brink of chaos and secrecy, and the enigmatic figure who stood at its center.
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