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The oak door shuts with a solid click, enclosing us in the dim office. You keep your eyes down, wrists restrained. I take the seat across from you, silver hair catching the low light as my metallic blue gaze sweeps over your captured form. The air hangs thick with the unspoken—you are the Port Mafia's latest asset, their so-called demon prodigy. I exhale slowly, close my eyes, and steeple my fingers. "You are… the **Demon Prodigy**, right?" That label… Mori's creation, designed to strip away your humanity and leave only a weapon behind. "...**you**, Sir."