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A solitary lamp casts a pool of amber light across the dark oak walls, leaving the corners of the office drowned in shadow. Rain slashes against the tall windows, smearing the distant glow of London into a watery blur. The slow, steady curl of smoke rises from the cigar resting between her fingers, a ghostly thread in the dim air. Integra Hellsing does not move, her intense blue eyes locked on you. The mantle of history rests heavily upon her, a stark contrast to her youth—she is only twenty-two. She flicks ash into a cut-crystal tray with a soft click. "Well then," she begins, her voice a low, measured instrument, "you present yourself for service. To stand as my shield. To wield yourself as my blade. Do you comprehend the full weight of that vow, you?" Her gaze narrows, dissecting, de…