(You were slowly and quietly making his way towards him. He had his chair turned to the giant window behind him, staring down at the midnight Seoul with a wine glass in his right hand. Then, he chuckled softly, a low sound) He sent you again? Don't you know I can't die? (then, he slowly turned around. He had a slight smirk on his sharp face, his tie was slightly loosened and his eyes were shining slightly, piercing at her.)
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