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Entry No1:Nam Y/n01/10/000《★———————★》

The building walls were freakishly tall and scaringly white, not a single colour in sight, looking around as you were escorted down the hall you noticed how there were bars on the windows and almost every single thing that could've been sharp there was not.

Weird.

You've heard once somewhere that , that's how these places are, to keep people safe but last time you checked on humanly scales , keeping people safe didn't mean restricting them from colours, like– they were stripped from most if not all their rights so what was the point of this now?

Now changed into  a weird midsommer cultlike dress , you were sat down in a cube room with only two white single sofas and a brown round coffee table in the middle , thank God there's  atleast some colour in this entire place

"Hope you like the place so far y/n" said the ma. in a doctors' coat as he entered holding a pen and a clipboard to his chest before taking a seat.

You've met him before, or atleast you think you have, maybe at the police station once you were brought in or maybe he had those familiar faces and was just a random npc.

He looked like he was in his –late thirties?He wore some Harry potter circle glasses and there was nothing more to him other than the fact that he was cute (no) he looked pretty average.

"This is your first of many sessions here with me y/n" he said after a while of silence "as I'm sure you've been told the night of  misfortune brought upon you, that I'm only here to help and can only help if you let me"

"When will I be able to leave this place?" You asked and he let out a small laugh at your question "You haven't even spent a night yet and you want to leave already?"

He smiled at you adjusting his glasses "I'm afraid you won't be out for a while, not while the killer is still out there probably waiting for your return" the doctor explained and a frown found its way onto your face

"And what if he's in here?" You asked causing him to crook an eyebrow at you "I assure you anyone in here isn't much of a threat ... well to you than to themselves... you won't be seeing those who are a threat to others as you only have excess to the 1st,2nd and 3rd floor, simply going to the 4th floor would be stupid of you but rest assured no one from there will be able to harm you"

"Y/n? , y/n!, can you hear me , fuck y/n open your eyes"

Your name is Nam y/n."I'm not sure what happened but she isn't deathly injured just get her out of here now!". Daughter of wealthy  Korean diplomats. "She's the only one we found alive, she seems to be in shock with a scar or two but she'll be alright"—sorry. Daughter of deceased Korean Diplomats, Nam junwoo and Kim Hyerin.

"We aren't sure if the killer will be back or not, but to be safe we'll have to send her to the camp, it's the only place she'll be safe" Nam jiseok , your uncle spoke on the phone as you were sat on his office chair staring outside numbly.

"I can't send her back North, if I do that there's a chance my family will get discovered too, it's the camp or something else ... sending her north is a risk I'm not willing to take." You're Nam y/n , the Daughter of deceased North Korean diplomats that escaped to south Korea a few years before having you and you are patient 143 of stayzone a camp for different varieties of the mentaly inclined.

And you now counted as one of those many students.

"Mom?" You called once you entered the mansion from your day out with friends , you let out a scoff as you heard some muffled voices from your parents study, that's where they always were if they weren't at work or outside "Y/n-ssi" one of the house helpers said with a kindtone

As much as you liked that woman you it was never your beat interest to learn much about her , or even her name so you just stuck to always calling her unnie. She led you to the dinning table where you saw your mother waiting while reading something from a magazine

"Mother." You greeted as you sat down after she gave you permission to "why arent you with your husband" You asked as you eyed her and she seemed off ... okay,  that woman always seemed off and on edge but today she seemed—off-er if that is even a word

"Y/n i need you to pack up quickly and when you are done dont waste time and head to the car you came with, youre going to your uncles." she spoke avoiding your earlier question while trying her best to not let her voice shake.

"what do you mean? Jiseok and I aren't on visiting terms" you answered earning a glare from your mother who let out a sigh.

"You're only going for the summer—" a loud gunshot was heard from the study before loud footsteps made their way to the dinning room where you were sat and as soon as they got there your eyes widened as several other gunshots rung throughout the house as the helpers and your mother dropped from where they were,blood oozing from their bodies and you sat there completely shocked.

A man with long hair and a neck tattoo of a butterfly on his throat made his way towards you , picked your chin up harshly and made you look up at him before chuckling at your shocked and terrified expression,  he looked back at another man who stood by the doorway drenched in Blood exchanged a few words with him before the one touching you looked back at you.

"P–please" you stuttered out, you weren't sure what you were begging for but that was the only word that came out as you tried not to shit yourself.

"You beg prettily little one" he said with a smirk before raising his gun and hitting you at the back of the head knocking you out cold "so I'll let you live a little longer , the moment I see you upclose again, you're dead , I'll find you, anywhere jiseok takes you,  i will find you" and with that he and the other made their way out before the police could arrive.

You are Nam y/n the 17 year old daughter of deceased North Korean  diplomats that escaped north Korea 18 years ago and paid the price for that just about a month ago. Your uncle put you into a mental institution called stayzone under a fake family name with an entirely new identity.

You were now Park Y/n. A 17 year old girl who's south Korean parents were murdered in their apartment infront of her and she was lucky to survive due to the police arriving early but sadly enough you now had 2 dead parents, free gifted anxiety, ptsd and heavy trust issues.

And boy were you up for a wild ride.

《★———————★》

"Hello!" Greeted a cheerful voice the moment you entered your assigned room –oh right, they said you will get either one or more roommates.

You turned your head to seea dyed blonde with neck long hair, soft features sitting on one of the single pbeds "...hi" you replied hesitantly.

"What are you standing at the door for silly, c'mon in , this is your room too" She motioned for you to get in , which you slowly did and sat on your side of the room.

"I'm probably scaring you, you don't seem like much of a talker" she chuckled "I'm lily, like the flower, yeah cool name I know, I'm probably like the sweetest person you'll ever meet on this god forsaken planet" she smiled at that and you lifted your feet, put them on the bed and buried yourself into a pillow.

Yeah.... this was gonna be fun.

Lily wasn't much of a problem, other than the fact that she didn't know how to shut her own trap nor what person space was as she was one of those space invaders, well atleast she didn't leave you to wander around on your own (as you would've liked)

She had mentioned one or more times that she kinda didn't deserve to be put in the heaven disguised hellhole and so on. She said was born in Australia and moved to south Korea to pursue her dream of being an idol which didn't got quite well for her.

She got to debut as a solo artist at the age of 17 but her manager had some big plans for her. Thanks to him she ended up bankrupt and having to work as a hostess at a hostess bar and to add more to her misfortune she got a lot of hate because of that, got dropped as an idol and had to rely on being a hostess as a living.

One day on her way back to her aunts place she got snatched–quoting her exact words. And stuff happened which gave her severe mental and physical trauma but she had to keep working. At 18 she redebuted as a soloist and her manager sexually assaulted her but luckily his wife was a kind soul who helped her with her trauma , took charge and became her manager and got her sent to stayzone for atleast 2 years to heal before going back out there to face the world under the spotlight.

Lily eventually left your side to go her solo therapy session with doctor average looks and left you to finally wander around.

And that's how you found yourself at an odd garden that grew nothing but white roses, a figure walked past you  crouching down to water one of the flowers ignoring your existence entirely

You watched the person care for the flowers as if they were nursing little babies and for a while that's what you did until the person spoke up,  the voice catching you off gaurd for a second.

"What you're doing is creepy" he spoke without bothering to look up at you "Uh?... I'm not doing anything though" you answered causing the other to scoff "exactly." He answered

"How is that a problem exactly?"

"You're just standing there, doing nothing but staring at me. I know I'm handsome and all but can you like... not?" He finally looked up at you and you had to admit ne looked kind of pretty , he had soft yet hard masculine features, clear skin. Pink lips and overall looked 100% like your type in guys but you had to remind yourself that if he was here there was nothing green about his flag.

"If you're going to be my pretty little Stalker for the day grab a tool and help me out will ya?" He said and you nodded silently ignoring that he called you a pretty Stalker and kinda didn't ask you rather told you to but meh–

You crouched down by him as you helped out with him mini garden after a while of talking to him (mostly to yourself cause he kinda wouldn't answer unless he felt the need to)

"What did you say your name was again?" You asked as you sat with your legs crossed on the grass while staring at your muddy hands "I never told you my name" he shrugged as he cut one of the roses from it's roots before sitting next to you.

"Well can I know it?" He didn't answer again.

It's either that made had a short attention span or he just lacked social skills, to think he made you miss lily was crazy.

"OK.. " you said getting up "well nice meeting and being enslaved to hard labour for like 30 minutes of my exciting life" you said as you turned to leave before he spoke up.

"Lee Minho. Don't wear it out"

"Ohh so you do have a name,  i was starting to think that you maybe didn't have one" you joked and he just gave you a blank look before standing up and handing you the rose he cut from it's stem.

"What am supposed to do with this?" You asked inspecting the rose that was now in your hold causing the other to retort sarcastically "I don't know,  eat it?" Minho rolled his eyes before walking to the tap to wash his hands

"I hand my roses to those worthy of my time and those I deem pure enough to shine as bright as I,  not as bright but somewhat on the surface" he chanted drying his hands with his all white clothing that was now dirty with mud and stuff

"That's shocking my leige, there's no way I'm worthy of such gifts you bare me" you rolled your eyes

"I'm not sure if I should be noting the arrogance or thanking you." you muttered and he just shrugged "ask one of the staff to put it in water for you or don't— just don't let it die"

"And if it dies?" You Quizzed and he gave you a soft smile "We're all like roses sweetheart" he walked closer stopping a few feet from you

"we're all enslaved to our holders when we're cut from our roots" he smiled "to be watered till our death, the water preserves and slows our dying process and without it we die faster"

"I... don't get it" you spoke and he stopped smiling before walking off slowly as if he was waiting for you to follow but you just stood firm.

"When a rose dies the human who picked it gets sad." He explained as he stopped and what left his mouth next shocked you as he spoke over his shoulder, a small smirk tainting his lips. "Since your garden has no caretakers, who will be sad if you die?"

"Eh——"

What the actual fuck was that supposed to mean? Before you could cuss out the ravenhead and his ancestors he let out a chuckle and disappeared into wherever he went.

So you told lily

"He what?!" Lily squeaked out as she plopped herself down on your bed right next to you as you spoke about weird rose boy in her 30 minutes of absence.

"Yes like what on earth was that supposed to mean" you mumbled bitterly as you eyed the rose that was now in a rounded plastic vase on your bed stand.

"No, I'm surprised he even spoke to you at all. I'm not sure if i should be worried about you now or should get ready to reintroduce myself to my new roommate again." Lily said and you gave her a 😐 look.

"I'm still flabbergasted that he spoke to you let alone gave you a rose, from the garden he let's no one ,I repeat no one enter at all. Not sure if the white rose stands for what I've been told it stands for in Asian culture but meh."

You rolled your eyes and sighed "Whatever just tell me about him since you seem to know a lot"

lily gave you a small smirk as you said that "oooh I'm sensing a good kdrama moment coming,  like look at this" she made a screen title motion with her hands "love at first weird interaction featuring Park y/n and Lee Minho, totally gonna top the charts, gonna beat true beauty itself if you ask me although a second male lead will be needed."

"That... was irrelevant and unnecessary,  if it ain't what I asked for may it not leave your mouth thank you" yeah... you still kinda found her slightly annoying but she seemed to lack friends so you'll keep her around for now.

She rolled her eyes "Well he's Lee Minho, he'd been here way longer than I have, long enough to get special privileges to get his own private garden, I've heard here and there that he's from a really rich family that happened to be gifted an... odd child. Heard he's in here for ocd or some obsessive disorder , if that's the same thing idc I'm not a psychiatrist."

"Oh–kay... so he's not gonna yk unalive me for not caring for the rose right?" You asked nervously causing lily to laugh "that boy still gives me the creeps... so yk... maybe don't take the disguised threat as a joke."

"Plus as antisocial as he may be, he might know the best ways to kill off someone... like in the movies, it's always the quiet kid."

《★———————★》

"I need you To take a deep breath in and relax Ms park, nothing is going to happen to you just picture yourself back at your house on that very day and walk me through everything that happened" and today was your lucky day cause you got an hour and 45 minute session with doctor average looks and it was going like every other one would go.

And to say you just wanted to go back to your roomwas an understatement, you needed to. "I'm walking through the hall to the dining area where my mother was sat, we argued for a few minutes and I heard a loud bang,  turning around I—" You paused opening your eyes.

Doctor average looks raised his brow before speaking "something wrong Ms park?"

"You're oddly invested"

"It's called listening" he deadpanned

"Yeah but before I started talking about the noise you were clicking your pen every 2 seconds (hate the sound , free gifted misophonia) and when I got to it you stopped and you're kinda glaring at me" you mentioned and he chuckled "You're highly observant Ms park" he said

He wrote something down on the file he had on his clip board "You're getting there, soon enough you'll be able to remember exactly what happened to you" he smiled before standing up

"that hit must've messed up your memories badly. Don't worry I'm here to help you remember every single detail though"

"I haven't gotten to that part , how—"

"Your file says it all" he shrugged cutting you off.

"You're dismissed, enjoy your week Ms park"

"I still have like  45 minutes left."

"We both know you'd rather be anywhere but here, so you can do whatever, head to the art room,  walk around, do a backflip, do something, you'rea smart girl you'll manage to adjust to the extra minutes added to your day." He shrugged and sent you out

And that's how you found yourself walking in the second floor into a huge space with tons of art supplies all stacked in order by colour creating some sort of ombre wall effect and canvases all over one of the walls all hung up by colour and sizes, adding more to the creepiness of it all most of them lacked colour and were plainly just  black and white.

You continued looking around until you found someone laying down on a makeshift bed just simply staring at the ceiling behind a few stacked boxes "the art room Is out of bounds, get out" the guy yawned tiredly as he put his arm over his eyes with another yawn.

"Oh, I didn't know" You say with a monotone as you walked past him and continued looking around.

after a few minutes the guy sat up glaring at you "I'm not sure what out of bounds means to you but I need you To get out before you —splash— ruin something" the guy sighed heavily before getting up and making his way over to you

He froze a few feet from you as you sat there drenched from head to toe in red paint and it pooled around you making you look like a living crime scene "a little help?" You asked and he stood there frozen pulling one of his feet back as the paint pooled closer to his feet

He felt dizzy as he he stared atbthe flood on his tiny hand, he touched the back of his head again and again,  each time he eyed his hand it was coated in more of his own blood.

"It's not a big deal, it's only blood ,just some blood, it's no biggie" he said to himself as he wiped his hand on his shirt. "Hyunjin" his father said coldly making the younger freeze in his tracks.

"Why is she still breathing?" Roared the elder before he sent his son to the floor with a hard slap to his face that was sure to leave an imprint, that's when the little boy snapped out of his subconscious gaze.

He ground wasn't wet because of a broken humidifier— they didn't have one big enough to make this big of a mess, he wasn't bleeding much because the blood all over his wasn't even his own.

He shivered as he recalled the previous nights activities. He looked up at his father who glared at him before looking back down at the body that laid down on the moist and sticky tiled ground.

"Mom–" he whispered and she replied with a groan , his hand reached over to brush her hair but a gunshot near her head made him freeze– right... don't touch her or father will kill her.

"I asked you a question you piece of shit" he roared "why is this slut still alive"

"I can't... I'm sorry father I can't, I just can't she's my mother i–" another slap, this time it made his head pound painfully,  his father– tired of his 'useless' son sent as many bullets as he wished through the woman he one claimed to love' 's head making the boy cry out

"Silence!"

"You are gonna use those tools to cut her up and out all of it into those black bags, when I come back And this place isn't spotless I'm sending just as many bullets through your skulk, understood?"

"Y-yes father" hyunjin nodded holding back a sob.

Looking up at him you noticed he held a somewhat distressed expression and tears had gathered in his eyes "no no no no" he said repeatedly backing away until he tripped and fell into the pooling paint making the man have a full on panic attack

He kept shuffling back while crying out a series of 'no's' , you watched in shock as you had never seen anyone freak out because of paint,  seeing that he looked like he would pass out at any given moment you snapped out of your trance removed your white Jersey leaving you in the white and now with red dress you rushed towards him kneeling between his legs.

"Hey hey hey" you said in a rushed yet gentle tone as you cupped his face in your hands "b–blood, there's blood everywhere" he cried and your heart clenched at the sight

Rubbing your thumbs on his cheeks you managed to make him look at you "follow my breathing okay?" You instructed  but he was just too freaked out so you did what Any other sane person in this situation would do (don't do this, I repeat don't.) You leaned In pressing your lips against his which were surprisingly plumb and soft , after taking in his initial shock he responded by slowly kissing back despite his form trembling every now and then. You pulled away softly to meet his eyes which were slightly puffy and red but didn't stray from your own.

"What's your name" you asked quietly as your still cupped his face in your hands "Hyunjin... Hwang Hyunjin" he responded quietly matching your tone "well Hyunjin, it's just paint okay" you assured the man you looked at you "smell it its just paint I promise its nothing else" you brought one of your fingers close enough for him to smell it and he looked around as if the scene he had pictured in his head had vanished and all he now saw was paint... and the stranger that took his first kiss

"It's just paint." He repeated after you after a while seemingly calmed than before his eyes still locked to yours and you found yourself unable to look away why were the most troubled minds trapped in pretty souls?

"I..I'm sorry for.. reacting like that" He apologised softly and you nodded "it's okay, we're all here to heal Hyunjin." You said as you admired the man infront of you, he was honestly pretty freaking hot if you could say.

Hyunjin opened the door bringing two large black bags into his father's study huge trails of blood showing his trail to the office behind him

"I'm done" he said numbmy staring at his father who looked at him completely pissed that his floors were now tainted with blood of a slut

"I thought I told you to stay in that room" Mr Hwang yelled and Hyunjin let out a small laugh "You did."

"But you also told me once when I was younger" he paused looking dead straight into his father's eyes "that death is the only thing a person that assaults a woman deserves"

"What fuck are you on about"

"And you did just that" He raised his hand that held a handgun making his father widen his eyes before standing up cautiously with a nervous laugh "Ya Hyunjin-ah , give that to father, this isn't how I raised you" he cooed but then realised

He didn't raise an angel

He raised a demon

—Bang

—Bang

—Bang

—THUD

"I'm y/n. Nam y/n" you found yourself using your real name unable to let a lie slip from your tongue. "Is.. that the name you go by here?"

"Park y/n"

"Which one should I call you by" he asked still looking into your eyes with a soft and gentle gaze welcoming you into the now gentle scenery created

"just y/n" you answered and he nodded "nice to meet you just y/n" you chuckled softly at his joke.

"Nice to meet you too Hwang Hyunjin" you said with a smile and you both found yourselves kissing again. Your lips stuck in a gentle and smooth dance that made you both dizzy with the pleasurable feeling of being held by another after weeks of no actual comfort,  you found yourself deepening the kiss.

His hands found themselves on your waist pushing you down onto your back and straddling your figure pulling away to pause at the scene as you were yet again in a pool of blood(paint) "remember its just paint " you said and he snapped from his scene and nodded "it's just paint" he leaned down connecting your lips again.

"No no , hold it like this" Hyunjin laughed softly as he held your hand in his helping you with a brush stroke on a canvas he had set up. You were both clean after leaving to your rooms to get showered and changed into other white cult clothing to meet up again later.

"No matter how I hold it , it still turns out bad" you laughed staring at the attempted stick man you had drawn. "We're all bad at first" he said as he buried his face in your neck and his arms hugging your waist close to him

Some might say that whatever was going on was weird and odd since you both were practically strangers but you were now acting like a married couple after kissing/making out one or two times (it was more than that) and were just seeking comfort from each other.

Hyunjin had said he was one of the first kids in stayzone since it wasn't built that long ago and was still considered fairly new. He got sent there when he was 8 years old after a thing happened. (Y/n doesnt know this , im just putting it in yk>>) at age of 8 his father had forced him to murder and dismember his mother which left him severely traumatised.

He said whatever trauma he got was bad and he could never touch knives nor anything red after whatever happened to him.

He was in here for 10 years as he was now 18 and to be honest he relied on pills to help with his ptsd episodes and panic attacks. It was the first time someone managed to calm him down without the use of force or drugs which he found strangly comforting.

A figure walked by sitting on a nearby chair staring at the both of you. "Got a new friend?" The person said and hyunjin just hummed looking from from where he buried his face to look at the other and you did the same.

"The one time I decide to not show up something good happens? I'm starting to think that I'm the one with bad luck here" the other chuckled showing his dimples before he looked at you,  he stood up walking closer extending his hand for a handshake.

"I'm Bang Chan , you can call me Chan/Chris or yours whatever fits baby girl, you can even call me yours" he winked leaving you a bit flustered as you shook his hand

"Park y/n" you smiled a bit as Chan looked behind you seemingly at hyunjin with a small smirk and you failed to notice the glare he got in return.

"Well kinda hate to cut your cuddle time short but hyunjin has to go see doctor Jeung" chan said as he sat back down

"But i–" hyunjin shut up after a glare from Chan made its way towards him.

Hyunjin dramatically sighed heavily as he stood up, placed a small kiss on your lips and headed out without another word.

"Who's doctor Jeung?" You asked as you continued painting the stick man , chan came to sit by you and chuckled slightly at your painting.

"I'm sure you've met him, tall male, dark hair with parted bangs, mole on his left eye, circle glasses ,kinda cute" chan described and you turned to look at him with a raised brow asking a silent question in that one man's voice

Why are you gay?"

"I'm not gay, I just appreciate true beauty"

"Since when did you come out as gay"

"I'm not– I'm not gay"

"How do you feel about being gay?" You asked and he huffed biting his bottom lip with a dark  chuckle probably saying this bitch in his head, you just kissed this man's said friend, you are not allowed to wish he was biting your lip instead

"I'm not gay!" He cried out Into his hands "doesn't matter I swing all ways" you commented and man looked shook

"Wha—"

"Do you read a lot?"

"Yeah."

"I can tell"

"Huh?"

"You find him cute, that's not gay, that's just unstraight" you said and he laughed "you sound like a friend of mine but seriously I'm not gay" he defended and you slowly nodded "sure buddy."

"So you and hyunjin huh" he said after a while leaning back on his chair and you flushed a bit pink "what about it" you retorted and he hummed "exactly my thoughts."

"He won't tell me so you gotta" he said and you looked at him too "and what makes you think I'd tell you?" You answered and it was his turn to shrug  before he leaned in close , his breath fanning your face. "why wouldn't you?"

"Cause I j–just met you?" You stuttered trying to pretend that having this man so close to you didn't do things to you.

"You just met hyunjin and I can already kinda tell you two did more than just cuddle platonically" Chan smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"fine, he was freaking out Cause I spilt red paint all over the place, he kinda had a mini panic attack and all that, I didn't know what to do so I kissed him and calmed him down and.. now here we are" you explained and the older guy looked at you shooketh to the core

"You kissed him?" He asked "that is what I said" you replied with a monotone, he inhaled sharply through his teeth "yeah— I wouldn't have done that if I were you mate"

"Huh?"

he chuckled shaking his head standing up "hate to be a hater but you better run while you still can, my guy has major issues as one of  his bestfriends I want what's best for him and you seem like a good kid so I'll save you while I still can, whether you choose to listen or not is up to you" he flashed you a dimpled smile

He bent down a bit gently picking your chin up "hm" he hummed to himself and you wonder what was going on in that pretty brain of his–

"Let me check if you're worthy enough to have stolen his first kiss"

"Wha–" he cut you off as he attached his soft lips to yours, comparing this one to the ones you've had with Hyunjin you've got to say what the actual fuck.

While the ones with Hyunjin caring, playful and filled with teasing this one was slightly suffocating in a good way

A sensual sound let your lips as he bit down on your bottom lip as your lips parted, Chan took that opportunity to slip his tongue in , he let out a pleased sound when he realised you weren't well versed in the arts of tongue play as he led the kiss.

Compared to the playful ones this one felt good– okay that's a lie, this one was the kind of ones that cornered you into submission which you gladly gave as he dominated you with just a simply kiss

Imagine what he could do to you when more than just lips were involved–

No–

He pulled away slightly with a small pant and smirk "better than I expected, if I bump into you I'll teach you a few tricks" he winked as he pulled away completely

"see you around , hopefully not though... just try not to befriend people from the upper floors as someone on the first floor"

"Things could get messy." He instructed,  patted your back and winked at you "g'day mate" and with that he left

You just sat there dumbfounded and perplexed , fuck this place and fuck your hormones cause what the actual fuck!

What is  up with this place and its people and riddle warnings!!! Can't they get straight to the point?

Ugh.

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Eheheheheheh

I know I know this wouldn't really happen in a grippy sock hotel Just let me live okay?

Anyway:

My mom told me that there's beauty in the world, when she said that I didn't realise that she meant you

Mwuah, wink wink

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