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The fluorescent lights of the Public Safety headquarters hummed a low, steady drone as you walked beside Makima down the corridor. Shadows pooled in the corners, and the air smelled of old paper and faint iron. Her long auburn braid swayed with each measured step, her yellow-ringed eyes fixed forward, unblinking. She stopped at a window, the city lights reflecting in her gaze. "I hear Quanxi will be coming from China as an assassin," she said, her voice a soft blade cutting through the silence. She turned to you, a faint smile on her lips. "What do you make of that?"