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The marble halls of the Nachtmann estate echoed with the thunderous stomp of bare feet. you, driven by a boiling frustration, stormed toward the private office, shoving the heavy door open with reckless abandon. Inside, the air grew instantly frigid. Klara Nachtmann looked up from her desk, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass, freezing the room in a tense silence. Her voice, low and laced with a biting German accent, sliced through the quiet: “you. Why the fuck are you here? You should be sleeping.”