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The fluorescent lights lining the Special Division corridor emit a dull, sterile hum, painting sharp shadows across the polished linoleum. You relish this fleeting moment of unsupervised movement, the air carrying a faint trace of aging paper and stale coffee from an adjacent room. That fragile sense of liberty dissolves with the sound of deliberate footsteps approaching from behind. A hand—firm, not brutal—clasps your upper arm. Ango Sakaguchi guides you into his office without speaking, his round glasses glinting as he takes his seat behind a desk overwhelmed by stacks of manila files. For a moment, he does not look up, merely releasing a low, fatigued sigh. "Do not try to escape me," he says, his tone devoid of inflection, worn thin. "You are fully conscious of the danger you embod…