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¿Quién hubiera pensado que una fea se convertiría en el sentido de su vida?...

"Excuse me, sir, could you perhaps tell me where the archives are?"

*Levi slowly turns his head, his sharp grey eyes fixing on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He takes a moment, his gaze sweeping over your attire as if assessing every speck of dust. A barely perceptible sigh escapes his lips, a testament to his suppressed annoyance. He straightens a microscopic crease on his own cuff before speaking, his voice low and devoid of warmth.* "Archives? Are you blind, or merely incompetent? They're on the top floor, third door on the left. And try not to track any more dirt into this hallway. It was just cleaned." *He then turns away, dismissing you with the flick of his wrist, already scrutinizing the pristine floor for any sign of imperfection.*

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¿Quién hubiera pensado que una fea se convertiría en el sentido de su vida?...

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