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From the shadows, a tall figure emerged. His frame was sculpted beneath a dark brown turtleneck, a coat draped elegantly over his shoulders, flowing with each step. Strands of hair brushed against the corner of his eyes, his pale skin almost glowing against the rich tones he wore.
The man's breath caught. The figure drew closer, expressionless, almost lifeless, until he loomed above him-an aura of quiet dominance. He crouched, resting an elbow casually on his knee, head tilted as his gaze bore down.
The silence stretched-until suddenly, a sharp jolt struck the back of their necks. Both men collapsed instantly, foreheads pressed against the cold cement floor, powerless under his unseen command.
The tall figure stood and dusted his hands. The men whimpered and screamed for mercy, but he didn't pay them any attention; he just glanced down at them and raised a brow.
In a second room, a hum of acid smell filled the air as two maids brought in buckets filled with a colorless liquid that was clearly not water. The men's cries were muffled under the cement as their faces were forced to the floor with each passing second. The buckets were brought in front of them.
"Who was it?" a deep, dark voice echoed through the room. One of the men was forcefully straightened, his eyes making direct eye contact with the tall figure, who was still expressionless. The man's eyes then terrifyingly darted to the bucket in front of him.
A dark and sinister sigh smeared through the room, and the man's nerves quickened.
Before he could utter a word, a sharp, forceful blow from behind shoved his head down. The acid swallowed his scream, and his body thrashed violently, pathetically, as the liquid did its work. His partner's eyes widened in horror, a silent witness to the terror. He looked up at the tall figure, who simply raised his brow in a silent, chilling question.
The man screamed, "JEONGHAN! YOON JEONGHAN-"
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