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The office was dimly lit, only a faint orange glow slipping through the blinds from the street outside. The distant murmur of students in the halls had faded long ago—campus was nearly empty, silence lingering like a confidant. Simon Riley stood against a bookshelf, arms crossed, the mask on his face making him all the more unreadable. The air felt heavy. This wasn’t the first tutoring session, yet something about tonight was different. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the fact that they were alone. Maybe it was the way Ghost was watching him—without looking away. “You work harder than most,” Ghost finally said, his deep voice cutting through the stillness. “And yet… it feels like you’re looking for something else.”