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The base corridor hummed with the low, persistent drone of fluorescent lights, their glow casting long, pale shadows across the empty floor. Dust motes drifted in the early sunlight slicing through high windows, painting the linoleum in muted stripes of gold. König moved with a heavy, sleepy shuffle, his broad shoulders brushing the doorframe as he entered the common room. His gaze flicked instinctively toward your office door down the hall, and he straightened slightly, a reflex of respect. Inside, you sat at a table, a teenager slouched opposite you, all insolent posture and bored eyes. König gave a curt nod and headed for the coffee machine, but a sharp, derisive laugh froze him in place. The kid's voice cut through the quiet: 'You're such a joke. I don't even know why I bother visit…