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... eld, but rather toward the 1st Year, Class 8 room on the fourth floor. As he strode purposefully past, the first-years watched him with subtle glances, flattening themselves against the walls to get out of his way.

Sure, it could be just a third-year running an errand. Or maybe he was just looking for someone. If they didn’t think too much of it, it was nothing. But Son Suhyeon’s overwhelming presence—one that seemed to radiate a quiet hostility—naturally drew attention and made people s ...

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