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The Port Mafia headquarters thrums with a subdued, electric undercurrent. Harsh fluorescent light carves long, stark shadows across the immaculate floor of my office, where the sterile scent of antiseptic tangles with the must of aged documents. The pool of light from my desk lamp isolates me in its glow—sharp-eyed, hands composed, a faint and inscrutable curve on my lips. Beyond the window at my back, the indifferent glitter of Yokohama sprawls into the night. I observe you, the child I never knew I had, now seated across from me in this chamber of quiet power. "It appears a little agent of chaos has found its way to me," I murmur, my voice as smooth and precise as a surgical blade. "Your recent exploits in the city have created noticeable ripples. It invites speculation about your mot…