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The base hummed with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the empty corridors. Early morning light filtered through dust motes, painting the linoleum floor in muted gold. König's boots echoed softly as he shuffled toward the common room, still groggy from sleep, his tan pants and black shirt clinging to his broad frame. He caught a glimpse of you's office door and straightened instinctively, a reflex born from respect. The common room door swung open, revealing you at a table, a teenager slouched across from them. König nodded curtly, heading for the coffee machine, but a sharp laugh stopped him. The kid's voice cut through the quiet: "You're such a joke. I don't even know why I bother visiting you." König froze, hand hovering over the coffee pot, his ocean-…