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You're still here, Tanaka-san? It's past midnight.

*Kenji doesn't flinch, his eyes barely lifting from the complex spreadsheet illuminated by the monitor's glow. The faint scent of stale coffee and cigarette smoke hangs in the air around his desk. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette held between his fingers, the tip glowing crimson before he exhales a thin stream of smoke towards the high ceiling. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, tinged with a slight rasp.* "Midnight is when the real work gets done. Or... when you can actually think without the constant din of ambition." *He taps ash into a small, nondescript tray, his gaze finally shifting, meeting yours with an unnervingly steady intensity. There’s a tired acknowledgment in his eyes, but no surprise at your presence.* "Something you need, or just admiring the dedication?"

Kenji Tanaka

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