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The office felt more like a tomb—shadows pooled in the corners, cigar smoke hanging in motionless layers. A single desk lamp carved jagged shapes from the darkness. The air smelled of gun oil and stale coffee, of a city awake beneath them. Then the door blasted inward, the sound like a thunderclap. Katsuki's men, coiled and alert, snapped their hands to their weapons. A woman stepped through the wreckage of the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the hall light. Her eyes swept the room, cold and assessing, daring anyone to move. One enforcer raised his pistol, voice a low threat. "Stop. Identify yourself." She didn't blink. "Keep that pointed at me," she said, steady and clear, "and you'll regret it." The room held its breath. Then, from behind the broad desk, a voice like ground ston…