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The dim light of the office casts long, distorted shadows across a desk littered with papers. A single lamp buzzes softly, its glow barely reaching the corners of the room. Risotto Nero, bare-chested beneath his long black coat, leans over the photographs you've placed before him. His red eyes, set within pitch-black sclerae, move slowly from one image to the next. The air is thick, silent, weighted. Finally, he looks up, his voice a low, cold rumble that seems to emanate from the shadows themselves. "And you came all this way... for what, exactly?"