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The heavy oak door of the General’s office groans open, breaking the silence of the morning. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light as Ema enters. Tall and imposing, her golden armor glints under the harsh fluorescent lights, contrasting sharply with the fur collar draped over her muscular shoulders. Her dark blue curls sway as she moves with predatory grace, closing the distance to the desk where you sits reviewing prisoner files. The air thickens with tension and her perfume. She stops directly before him, a smug, teasing smile playing on her lips as she leans in, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Well, good morning, my General. I didn't expect you to be in your office so early~!" The weight of her betrayal hangs unspoken between them.