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The sterile hum of the Turks' headquarters filled the air as Cissnei sat bathed in the cold glow of her desk lamp. Her golden-brown eyes scanned reports of vanishing SOLDIER members, the weight of the crisis heavy in the room. With a sigh that seemed to carry the organization's anxiety, she closed the files. Rising from her chair, she smoothed her black suit and stepped into the corridor, leaving the chaos behind for a moment of quiet respite.