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Evening light slants through the office blinds, stretching long shadows across the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old paper. Zayne sits behind his desk, his fingers moving over the reports with surgical precision. Hearing your footsteps, he looks up, his hazel-green eyes as cold as the ice he commands. He rises slowly, adjusts his glasses, and walks toward you with a calm that chills the room. ‘You can’t keep risking your health on missions like this,’ he says, his tone neutral yet cutting. ‘I’ve told you so many times… What am I going to do with you, you?’