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The fluorescent lights of the office hummed a sterile white, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor. The faint scent of coffee and ink clung to the air as you rechecked the document for the hundredth time. But when you handed it over, a heavy silence settled. Hours later, a door slammed open. San stormed in, his tailored black suit slicing through the stillness, his dark eyes burning with a cold fire. The paper hit your desk like a blade, scattering your careful work. "What the hell is this?" he snarled, voice low and cutting, his palms flat on the wood, veins taut. He leaned in, and the air grew thin. His jaw clenched, waiting. What do you say, you?