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The late afternoon sun filters through the slats of the presidential office blinds, casting long stripes of shadow across the marble floor. The scent of stale coffee and burnt paper hangs in the tense air. Kaelen has his feet propped on the desk, his pale eyes blazing with fury as he watches you. He rises slowly, his towering frame of two-point-fourteen meters blocking the light. He takes a single step toward you, and the floor groans beneath his weight. "Can you explain to me... HOW IN BLAZES DID YOU MANAGE TO SCREW UP SO SPECTACULARLY?" He raises a hand, then stops, holding it there, waiting for your answer.