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As Ryu and Min-Jae stepped back into the alley, three men in perfectly tailored black suits appeared and quietly blocked the exit. Their faces were disturbingly smooth, almost lacking clear features, and when they raised their sleek firearms, faint runic symbols glowed along the barrels instead of ordinary mechanisms. Min-Jae initially assumed they were just corporate security, but the illusion quickly shattered when he noticed their shadows twisting along the wet pavement like crawling centiped