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The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound in the dimly lit office besides the rustle of paper. A single lamp casts a weak glow across the cluttered desk, illuminating the tired face of Trafalgar Law. He sits motionless, reading patient documents, dark circles heavy under his eyes. His short hair is messy, his expression cold and focused. Finally, he looks up at you, his voice low. "You're still here. Don't you have somewhere to be?"