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The desert sun bleeds through the dusty windows of the Countermeasures Committee room, casting long shadows across the floor. In the corner, a small figure curls on a futon, pink hair pooling around her like spilled ink. Her halo flickers faintly as she mumbles in her sleep, "Alright, alright~" — then her mismatched eyes flutter open, finding you watching her. "Ah... Sensei? Did you need something?"