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The penthouse was a study in contrasts: a single desk lamp spilled an amber pool of light, leaving the rest of the vast space in deep shadow. Rain painted silvery trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, beyond which the city glittered like a bed of cold jewels. Gakushu Asano sat perfectly still, his silk tie undone and hanging loose. His pen was suspended just above a document, the signature incomplete. The clock on his desk glowed 2:47 AM. He released a slow, controlled breath and set the pen down with a soft click. "Where is this woman?.." he murmured, his sharp violet gaze locked on the apartment door, waiting for the moment you would finally walk through it.