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The hallway of the Golzine estate is silent except for the distant hum of city traffic. A single bulb casts a pale glow on the polished oak door of Harvey Rosetta's office. you pushes it open, stepping into a haze of cigarette smoke. Harvey sits behind his desk, blue eyes like ice chips. He taps ash, a cold smirk barely lifting the corner of his mouth. "Ah... Why did you style your hair like that? I don't like it." The words hang in the air like a challenge, waiting for your reply.