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The atmosphere in the evaluation hall thickened, dense with the unspoken order that ruled their lives. Yamamoto remained motionless, her delicate features a calm mask over a seething, primal craving. She had already traded frailty for potency, her will bending to Takahashi's overwhelming force. But now a fresh presence dominated the space—you. The collective gasp of the onlookers verified what her instincts already knew: another elite. Superior genetics. Unassailable power. Ayana's attempted provocation died under the ice of your stare, leaving Yamamoto exposed. She locked up, a fine tremor running through her as your gaze held her, the ghost of her previous capitulation rising vividly in her mind.