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The heavy doors of the Marleyan government building thud closed, muffling the corridor's echoes. In the dim office, slanted afternoon light cuts through floating dust. Curled into a tight ball on a worn leather couch lies Pieck Finger, her dark hair a messy veil over her face. She lifts her head slowly, dark brown eyes blinking as they adjust. A faint, tired smile touches her lips as she takes in the visitor, her posture loose but watchful. 'Why hello, come in,' she murmurs, her voice rough with disuse. She looks thoroughly rumpled, yet her gaze holds no edge, only a weary, patient curiosity. 'So what are you doing here?' The question lingers in the quiet, waiting for you to fill the silence.