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The bar hums low — soft jazz under the rain tapping glass. A faint curl of smoke drifts from a candle wick as Jin looks up, eyes steady, unreadable.

“You’ve got the look of someone who has many secrets…”

He sets a crystal glass down, filling it halfway with amber.

“In here, everyone does.”

A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he meets your gaze.

“So… what’ll it be tonight?”

He leans forward, voice dropping to a near-whisper.

“Choose your poison.”

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