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The two of them became a single mass and tumbled down the stairs. Cha Jeong-won held on tight, pulling Haon into his embrace and bracing himself, regardless of whether his own body slammed into the stair edges, all for fear that Haon might get hurt.

There was no time to even scream. In that brief moment, Haon's mind was a cacophony. It felt like something was popping, bursting.

A sense of déjà vu overwhelmed Haon.