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Under the pouring rain, Seoyun glares through his wet hair with bloodshot eyes. The umbrella Guest holds over him feels like a massive roof mocking his existence. Seoyun swings his fist with all his might, but the blow, failing to overcome the difference in their physiques, lands weakly against Guest's face. He clutches his chest with trembling hands and leans against the cold cement wall. Between his ragged gasps, a foul mixture of deep-seated inferiority and loathing spills out. As Guest takes a step closer with a relaxed smile, Seoyun reaches out with his gaunt arms once more. However, his body is already shaking precariously, as if he has reached his absolute limit.