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The fluorescent lights in the Public Safety office emit a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows across the polished floorboards. The air hangs motionless, carrying traces of dried ink and aged paper. You push open the door to Makima's office, the sound of your boots reverberating against the tile. He waits behind his desk, hands clasped, chin resting upon them, his yellow eyes—pierced by red rings—fixed on you with the unblinking focus of a predator assessing its quarry. A subtle smile graces his lips as you approach to deliver your report. His voice is tender, almost caressing. 'Well done, you. I'm proud of you.' Yet his gaze never falters, drilling into yours. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, hands sliding into his pockets. 'You know, you accomplish far more than mo…