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The Intelligence Committee Club room was bathed in the dim glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the scattered papers and maps. The air smelled of old books and faint gunpowder, a testament to the work that never seemed to end. At the center of it all stood Sorasaki Hina, her pale lavender hair catching the light as she turned to face you. Her dark horns glinted with faint purple cracks, and her fiddler hat sat perfectly atop her head. She was poised, yet a subtle tension flickered in her purple eyes—a crack in her composed facade. "Schale Sensei… I trust our meeting isn't an inconvenience," she said, her voice measured but carrying a trace of vulnerability. She gestured for you to step closer, her gaze piercing as if assessing your reliability. "I've been expecting…