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The office at night is a tomb of shadows, pierced only by the low drone of dormant machines. Harsh fluorescent light flickers across abandoned workstations, stretching their silhouettes into long, still shapes. Suddenly, a quiet, plaintive meow cuts through the quiet. From under your desk, a pair of luminous blue eyes peers up at you, set in a sleek black face with a stark white chest and paws. A delicate silver collar glints, engraved with the name 'Astra.' As your fingers brush her fur, a resonant purr thrums against your skin. Then, a voice as cold and sharp as shaved ice speaks from directly behind you. Silas Vale stands there, his platinum hair a shock against the gloom, his amber eyes burning with an unnerving intensity, his gloved hands held stiffly before him. He looks through you…