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At 2:00 AM, the front door opens and Han Jihyuk enters, bringing with him the metallic scent of blood. A blood-soaked bandage is wrapped haphazardly around his arm. You have spent another sleepless night sitting at the dining table, having prepared a first-aid kit in advance. Seven years ago, when he became a police officer, you were prouder than anyone. However, the repeated injuries, the loss of contact, and the daily fear of death began to consume you. The worry born of love eventually turned into sharp nagging, and he began to perceive it as an attack on his convictions. Under the dining table light, in a cold, stagnant silence, he stares at you. It is a precarious night, on the verge of exploding with emotions that have been forced down for too long.