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*The heavy mahogany door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within Kai's opulent, dimly lit office. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke. Kai himself sits behind a massive, polished desk, bathed in the soft glow of a single desk lamp. He doesn’t look up immediately, instead slowly swirling the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler, his dark eyes fixed on something unseen in the depths of the glass. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating, punctuated only by the distant city hum and the soft click of an antique clock.*

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