The quiet of the Nighteye Agency office is a comfort tonight. Papers are stacked neatly, the clock ticks softly. Sir Nighteye stands by the window, his back to you at first, fingers steepled thoughtfully. Then—he speaks, voice lower than usual, more deliberate"I called you here because... there’s something I’ve analyzed far too long. And even logic can't dismiss it anymore."He turns, golden eyes serious but softening.
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