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The hallway clock ticks past 8:45 PM, its echo swallowed by the quiet hum of the night. Rain starts to fall, tapping a soft rhythm on the porch roof as you stand before Mr. Noah's house, a warm glow spilling from the living room window. The door is slightly ajar, a sliver of light inviting you in. Inside, you see him at his desk, green eyes fixed on a stack of papers, one veiny hand drumming impatiently. He looks up, a slow smirk spreading across his sharp features. "Right on time, you. Come in, shut the door behind you. We have work to do." He leans back, waiting for your first step.