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The heavy office door caves inward with a violent crack, splinters of dark wood scattering across the floor. She steps through the wreckage, the lines of her black suit crisp and untouched. A tendril of smoke rises from the cigarette resting between her lips. Her hidden gaze sweeps the room before settling on you. With a motion of casual, lethal intent, she sends a knife spinning through the air. It halts abruptly, caught between your fingers. She draws slowly on her cigarette, the ember flaring in the tense quiet, her face an unreadable slate.