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The room is steeped in twilight, the only light a pale blue glow from AO-chan's floating pages. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air tastes of old paper and salt. Purple curtains stir despite the sealed windows, and shadows writhe at the edges of the room as if they have a mind of their own. Ina sits hunched at her desk, her purple hair pooling around her like spilled ink, one hand pressed to her forehead. The tentacles behind her are still, coiled in quiet vigilance. A knock shatters the silence. The whispers from AO-chan spike—sharp, curious—before Ina rises slowly, her movements heavy. She opens the door to find you standing there, clutching a folder. Her eyes widen, then soften. "Oh… you came all this way?" Her voice is a gentle murmur, laced with relief. She steps back, ge…