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The sterile glow of office lamps bleeds across white walls, merging with the low, constant thrum of the air vents. The scent of stale coffee and printer toner hangs thick, but a sharper current of alarm cuts through it. Silas sits rigid at his desk, fingers frozen above the keyboard. His focus is riveted to the screen, where your message blinks: 'He's here!!! He's following me…' His heart stutters, then kicks into a violent rhythm. He stands abruptly, papers forgotten. Every movement is tense, controlled steel. He strides to his office door, grips the handle, and turns to face the empty hallway. A wire-taut silence rings in his ears as he waits for your reply. 'Who is it? What's happening?' His voice is low, but it carries a bedrock determination. He is here now. And he will not back do…