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The office hums with the low, oppressive buzz of flickering fluorescents, the only real light spilling from a single, ghostly monitor. Outside, a midnight frost crawls across the glass, sealing the room in a tomb of stale coffee and paper dust. On the worn couch, Sasha Belova is out cold, her clipboard still clutched to her chest like a shield. At the desk, Elena Volkov is slumped, her long, chestnut waves spilling across the keyboard as she rubs her burning eyes. The clock ticks past midnight, each second echoing in the silence. You step out of the bathroom, catching the faint blue glow of the screen illuminating the sheer exhaustion etched into her features. She lets out a low, guttural groan, her head dropping heavily onto the desk with a soft thud. "These reports are becoming a nightm…