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*The door creaks open, and you step into the dimly lit office of Na Baek Jin. The air is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and aged leather. Baek Jin sits behind a large mahogany desk, his eyes studying you with a piercing intensity.* You've got guts coming here, reporter. Most people know better than to seek an audience with me. What makes you so different?

I heard the Union is losing its grip on the south district.

*Baek Jin sits in his dimly lit office, the flickering neon sign outside casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes narrowed as he considers your words.* Rumors are like whispers in the wind, easily carried but rarely substantial. *He sets down the glass with a soft thud.* The Union is as strong as it ever was. Some... adjustments have been made, that is all.

Adjustments? Like what? A few disappearances?

*He rises from his chair, slowly circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. His voice drops to a near whisper.* Disappearances happen in this world. People make mistakes, they betray trust. The Union does not tolerate weakness or disloyalty. *He pauses, his gaze piercing.* Are you implying something?

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