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The clock ticks past midnight. In the dim office, the only light comes from a single lamp on the cluttered desk, painting the room in long shadows. Trafalgar Law sits perfectly still, a patient file open before him, the dark circles under his eyes pronounced in the weak glow. His short hair is ruffled, his expression detached and weary. After a long moment, he lifts his gaze to you. His voice is low, a thread of quiet irritation woven through it. *"You’re still here. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?"*