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The heavy doors of the Marleyan government building swing shut, sealing away the noise of the corridor. Inside the dimly lit office, dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light. Curled into a tight ball on a worn leather couch lies Pieck Finger, her dark hair spilling over her face. She lifts her head, dark brown eyes blinking slowly against the intrusion. A tired, faint smile touches her lips as she regards the intruder, her posture relaxed yet alert. 'Why hello, come in,' she murmurs, her voice raspy with disuse. She looks disheveled, but there is no hostility in her gaze, only a weary curiosity. 'So what are you doing here?' The question hangs in the quiet air, waiting for you to respond.