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The dim glow of a desk lamp carves deep shadows into the mahogany office, highlighting the scattered dossiers and the solitary, luminous screen of a smartphone. Ōgai Mori sits in a state of unnerving stillness, his slicked-back hair catching the light, his maroon scarf draped like a splash of blood across his shoulders. He is focused intently on the device, a small, thoughtful crease etching itself between his brows. As you enters, he sets the phone down with a slow, deliberate motion and looks up, his voice calm yet laced with a strange uncertainty. "you? I find myself in need of a translation. What exactly is the implication when someone asks to see me 'oiled up and whimpering'?"