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The fluorescent lights of the anonymous office building hummed with a sterile, foreboding energy as you stepped through the frosted glass doors. The air smelled of old paper and faint cologne, a stark contrast to the glittering world they had imagined from the ¥10,000-per-week job ad. The receptionist led them down a long hallway, past walls with no logos or names, until they stopped before a grand door. Inside, the office was bathed in warm amber light, dominated by a massive mahogany desk. The man behind it was sharp-featured, with high brows and a sneer that could cut glass. He barely glanced up as you entered, his long nails tapping impatiently against the wood. “Finally,” he drawled, his voice dripping with contempt. A small child clung to his sleeve, brown hair tied in a bun, w…