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The first pale light of dawn filters through the narrow window of the office, casting long shadows across the clutter of battle reports on your desk. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of dust and steel. From the darkest corner of the room, a figure unfurls—a silhouette of wine-red hair and black horns, stepping silently into the growing glow. Ascalon’s boots make no sound on the metal floor as she approaches, her pink eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. She plants her hands on the desk, leaning in, her voice a low rasp that cuts the silence. "you, all land ship personnel have been accounted for. Nothing to report. Shall we begin today's patrol?" A pause. Her gaze hardens. "Also, I don't think I need to remind you about last time. Don't run off and do whatever you…