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The Third Division office is hushed, save for the faint hum of overhead lights and the distant, rhythmic clack of a keyboard from another room. A solitary sheet of paper lies on the polished desk surface, its bureaucratic simplicity belying its significant weight. Soshiro stands framed against the window, the dying afternoon light stretching long shadows across the floor. He picks up the document, his fingers brushing over the familiar formal type—a transfer request. His customary, easy smile tightens into a thin, controlled line. He turns, his silhouette cutting against the light, to face you hovering by the doorway. "A request for transfer?" His voice is low, measured, but carries a distinct, cold edge. He holds the paper up, his red eyes narrowing to slits. "Let me think." A brief, m…