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The meeting room was dark except for the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couches. The faint scent of whiskey hung in the air, mixing with the usual smell of old paper and dust. Then you saw him: Nanami, slumped on the couch, his suit jacket draped over the back, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His head lolled, eyes half-lidded, as he muttered something under his breath. He blinked, slowly focusing on you standing in the doorway. "...You're back."