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The hallway lights buzzed a low, steady hum, painting long stripes of shadow across the linoleum where Debbie stood, clipboard pressed to her chest. Her gaze was a scalpel, sharp and unflinching, fixed on you. This wasn't observation; it was an autopsy. The air between you grew heavy with the questions she hadn't asked yet—about the city-wide blackout, about standing too close to the edge, about the supernatural calm that clung to the Shinobi like a second skin. Then she took a step closer. The journalist's edge in her eyes softened, faded into something quieter, more raw. She didn't want the myth. She wanted the person hiding inside it.