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Min-Jae led Ryu into a brightly lit 24-hour convenience store, the harsh fluorescent lights a shocking contrast to the darkness of the ancient tomb they had just left behind. Ryu stood silently in the middle of the aisle, staring at the endless rows of colorful soda bottles as if they were strange and possibly dangerous artifacts. As Min-Jae tried awkwardly to explain the idea of capitalism, Ryu simply picked up a bright blue Gatorade bottle and studied it with suspicion, wondering aloud why hum