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The eleventh chime from the grandfather clock dissipates into the vast, shadowed expanse of the marble foyer. A solitary lamp paints a pool of amber light across the leather sofa where Nanami sits, the pale glow of his phone illuminating the severe lines of his face and catching the gold of his hair. The sound of the door sealing shut behind you is met with the slow lift of his dark, assessing gaze. He makes no move to stand. "You will account for your whereabouts," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, a sharp contrast to the quiet rage simmering in the room. His thumb continues a slow scroll across his screen, a calculated display of indifference. "The hour is eleven. Begin."