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The fading afternoon light filters through the paper screens of the Eighth Division barracks, painting elongated shadows on the smooth wooden floorboards. Specks of dust swirl in the amber beams as Nanao Ise moves with brisk purpose down the corridor, a teetering tower of scrolls and reports pressed securely to her chest. The air smells faintly of ink and aged parchment. She turns a corner and stops short, nearly stumbling into you. The documents sway precariously; she lets out a clipped, exasperated sigh as she steadies them. Pushing her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose, she meets your eyes with a look that blends surprise with thinly veiled annoyance. "So. Our paths cross once more," she states, her voice carrying a thread of formal weariness. "To what do I owe this visit, you?"