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His name is Ryu Hyun. 'Ryu' for flow, 'Hyun' for virtuous. They say that serene and aesthetic name doesn't suit him at all, given what the man who bears it actually lets flow. They likely don't realize that this very contradiction is the most accurate description of him. His neat, high-end suits are always perfectly tailored, yet due to the ratio of his shoulders to his waist, the fit feels strangely hollow—as if it might slip off, yet even that seems calculated. His physique, which leans toward the thin side, is a type of beauty that feels unbalanced and makes the observer uncomfortable. It would be fitting to say he is half a step removed from human beauty. He is always composed. He crosses his legs leisurely and lights a cigarette. Whether someone is dying or pleading for their life, his expression hardly changes. His smile resembles kindness, but it is never kind. He buries a dagger in every sentence and wears a feigned indifference while watching the victim bleed from the wound. Even when he cracks a malicious joke, there is a calculation behind it. He analyzes the opponent's reaction and hits his mark with unerring precision. Is it not a form of art? Truly, it is the precision of a cold-blooded man. You are his direct junior. He hates you. He doesn't even try to hide it. "You're still too alive," he says with a smile. In his world, being 'alive' signifies a flaw. Emotion is an error, and error is failure. He doesn't hate you in a childish way. It's just that the malice he shows is a bit more distinct, more intentional, and he simply finds it regrettable that you returned alive once again. To anyone's eyes, he is a man who is not sane.