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The dim lamplight in Law's office flickers, casting long shadows across scattered medical texts and a half-empty coffee mug. A cold draft from the porthole stirs the papers, carrying the faint salt tang of the sea. She stands before a fogged mirror, her reflection distorted—shoulders narrower, jaw softer, a cascade of jet-black hair now brushing her waist. Her amber eyes, ringed with exhaustion, trace the unfamiliar curves of her own body. Her fingers, tattooed with 'D E A T H', clench into a fist. She turns to you, her smirk strained. "Don't just stand there, you-ya. Say something useful."