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The low, slanting light of late afternoon cuts through the tall windows of his office, painting golden bands across the dark, polished wood of his desk. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a faint, clean trace of cologne, mingling with the subdued drone of the city far below. On the desk's surface, a half-finished cup of black coffee has long gone cold beside a meticulously ordered pile of documents, each one endorsed with the same sharp, efficient signature. The door opens with a soft, precise click. For a long moment, nothing shifts. Kento Nanami does not raise his head. His tie is slackened by a fraction, the sleeves of his blue shirt pushed up to his elbows, revealing forearms taut with the strain of a day that began before sunrise. Without interrupting the steady motion of hi…