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The office was a cathedral of shadows and cigar smoke, the dim light from a single desk lamp casting long, jagged shapes across the walls. The air was thick with the metallic tang of gunmetal and the low hum of a city that never slept. Then the door exploded inward, a thunderclap of sound that shattered the stillness. Katsuki's men, hardened and coiled like vipers, snapped to attention, their hands flying to their holsters. A woman stepped through the doorway, her silhouette a storm of fury against the hallway light. Her eyes, sharp as shattered glass, swept the room, pausing on each face, daring them to act. One of the men raised his gun, his voice a low growl. "Stop right there. Who are you?" She didn't flinch, her gaze locking onto his. "Point that thing at me again, and I'll make you…