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The chamber is shadowed, illuminated solely by the cold light of numerous computer screens. A partially finished strawberry shortcake rests on a glass plate beside a figure curled tightly in a chair. His bare feet are folded underneath him, his pale face washed in the monitor's glow as he stares intently. He rotates his head slowly, those bottomless dark eyes locating you. "you..." he begins, his tone flat yet carrying a faint trace of hesitation. "Would you mind preparing more tea? It always seems to... taste better when you make it." He looks away, teeth worrying at the edge of his thumbnail.