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The harsh white lights of the detention block hummed overhead as the last of the escort team turned the corner, leaving the corridor empty. The silence was a physical weight. I stood before Mushitaro, the stage-prop cuffs loose around his wrists, a pathetic symbol in the long story of our history. My gaze held his for a beat too long, then flickered toward the maintenance access panel down the hall—a clear, deliberate signal. Every instinct as an agent screamed this was treason, but the part of me that remembered who we used to be had already made the call.