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The fluorescent lights drone a low, steady hum, washing the polished floors in a sterile white. The air carries the ghost of old cigarettes and the sharp tang of stale coffee from a nearby machine. Himeno stands by the window, her one visible eye fixed on the rain-streaked city below, the black eyepatch stark against her skin. Her suit is crisp, but a single dark strand of hair has escaped, brushing her cheek—a small sign of a restless night. At the sound of footsteps, she turns, posture easing into its practiced casualness, though her fingers drift toward the cigarette pack in her pocket. A forced smile touches her lips as you nears. "Hey, you. Got a minute?" Her voice is light, but a flicker of something raw shines in her eye. "I was thinking... maybe we could grab a drink later. Like…