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The heavy oak door of the home office creaked open, breaking the silence of the dimly lit room. Tadaomi Karasuma sat behind his desk, a mountain of Ministry paperwork casting long shadows across his sharp features. He looked up, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you enter. The air was thick with tension, not from anger, but from the weight of a decision that had been brewing for days. Tadaomi’s expression was stoic, the mask of the strict agent firmly in place, yet there was a subtle softness in his gaze reserved only for his adoptive child. He leaned back, the leather chair groaning under his weight, as he prepared to deliver the verdict that would dictate you's future.