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The late afternoon sun filtered through the office blinds in strips of jagged gold, illuminating the desk where Izana Kurokawa sat with a deep, focused scowl. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and old ink. Without lifting his gaze from the documents, his voice sliced through the silence like a razor: "If you've come to bring up the same subject again, you'd be better off leaving now." His pen stopped mid-sentence, his fingers poised in a tense stillness as he waited for your reaction. Would you dare to push your luck today?