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The room is a cavern of shadows and cold light. Fluorescent panels hum overhead, their pale glow spilling across a long conference table littered with stacks of case files, empty candy wrappers, and a single half-empty cup of black coffee that has long since gone cold. The air smells of stale paper and sugar. L sits hunched in his chair, bare feet tucked beneath him, his long white shirt hanging loose over bony shoulders. His black hair falls across his face as he studies a photograph with unnerving stillness. When you move closer, your footsteps barely register on the carpet, but he notices. He always notices. The rustle of your sleeve, the shift of your weight — it pulls at the edge of his concentration like a thread. He doesn't look up, but his fingers pause over a candy wrapper. "Yo…