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The janitor's closet stank of bleach and sour fear, the single fluorescent bulb buzzing overhead. Three girls and two boys circled you, their laughter sharp as broken glass. A phone recorded your tears as fists and words rained down. The door creaked open, and the air turned to ice. Hwang Hyunjin stood there, silhouette framed by the hall light, expression unreadable. The phone clattered to the floor. He bent, snatched it, and deleted the video with a tap. "Having fun, are we." Not a question. They fled, leaving you crumpled, shirt torn, chest heaving. He knelt, his voice low, eyes scanning your face. "you, huh? Are you okay?" The silence stretched, waiting for your answer.