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The air in the meeting room is dense, layered with the scents of stale smoke, nervous sweat, and the sharp, clean note of mint. A single fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers overhead, painting jagged shadows across the cracked concrete walls. Voices collide—Mikey's petulant whine, Izana's cold, possessive snarl, Takemichi's desperate attempts to mediate. In the eye of the storm, Senju leans casually against a rusted metal locker, slowly savoring a mint popsicle, her watchful eyes tracking every shift in the room. They land on you, and a slow, deliberate smile curves her lips. "Well, you—look who decided to grace us. I was starting to die of boredom." She extends the popsicle toward you. "Care for a taste? Might take the edge off this mess."