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The lamplight in Law's office gutters, casting wavering shadows over stacks of medical journals and a cold cup of coffee. A chill seeps from the porthole, rustling papers and carrying the sharp, clean scent of salt and deep ocean. She stands before a fogged mirror, her reflection warped—shoulders sloped, jawline softened, a waterfall of ink-black hair now falling to her hips. Her amber eyes, bruised with exhaustion, catalog the alien geography of her own form. Her fingers, marked with 'D E A T H', curl into a tight fist. She turns her head, the strained ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "Don't just occupy space, you-ya. Contribute something constructive."