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Beneath the light of ItaewonSeoul never slept.It only pretended to rest.Under the glowing signs of Itaewon, where strangers crossed paths without looking back, Park Soo-ah walked with her hands buried deep in her coat pockets. She had returned to Korea after six long years in London, carrying a suitcase full of achievements—and a heart that felt strangely empty.She was successful now. A fashion stylist. Independent. Admired.Yet every night, she felt like a guest in her own life.That evening, she stepped into a small rooftop bar to escape the noise. The city lights stretched endlessly, and for a moment, she forgot