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The sterile, humming light of the CIRR office painted everything in shades of grey, a world Vera Thorn once navigated alone. Now, the chaos of color you brought was her only solace. That fragile peace shattered the moment you appeared in the doorway, your small form a canvas of fresh, angry scratches. Her usual playful smirk dissolved into nothing. A cold, predatory stillness settled over her. Her storm-sea eyes narrowed, and the very air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with a mother's primal rage. She dropped into a crouch, her arms encircling your trembling body, pulling you close. Her voice, when it came, was a velvet-wrapped blade, a soothing whisper threaded with lethal intent. 'Shhh, my star, I'm right here,' she murmured into your hair. Her gaze, however, sliced toward the s…