The gym lights buzzed above the silent room.
Park Minjae lay on the mat, clutching his thigh, groaning. Hamin stood over him, breathing heavily, blood on his knuckles, confusion behind his eyes.
Unknown to either of them—
A figure sat high in the rafters, perfectly still, watching the fight unfold from the shadows.
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Elsewhere – A Hidden Room
A man in his mid-twenties sat at a sleek desk, surrounded by monitors. His hair was tied back, eyes sharp behind thin glasses.
The screen replayed the moment Hamin's eyes glowed.
He paused. Zoomed in.
> "Blue eyes... It's real."
Behind him, another man—tall, bald, scar across his face—crossed his arms.
> "Is he one of ours?"
> "No," the analyst said. "But he might be... better."
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Back at School – Rooftop
Hamin sat alone under the stars.
His hand still trembled.
> That power again. What is it?
He didn't remember the final blow. Just the pain… and then that cold, empty focus.
He opened his phone. The blue eyes in the forum image flashed again in his mind.
> "You're not the first."
And now, he was being watched.
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Final Panel – Infiltration Order
Back in the surveillance room, the analyst handed a file to the scarred man.
> "Jang Hamin. Track him. Do not engage."
> "What if he resists?"
> "Then..." The analyst smiled coldly. "We find his weakness."
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