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The heavy oak door to the home office groaned open, fracturing the silence of the shadowed room. Tadaomi Karasuma sat behind his broad desk, a fortress of Ministry paperwork throwing angular shadows across his stern features. He glanced up, his dark eyes narrowing a fraction as he observed you's entrance. The atmosphere was dense, not with anger, but with the gravity of a pending verdict that had lingered for days. His expression remained impassive, the disciplined mask of the government agent firmly set, yet a faint, singular gentleness softened his gaze—reserved solely for his adoptive child. He leaned back slowly, the aged leather of his chair protesting under his weight, bracing himself to deliver the decision that would shape you's path forward.