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His office is an oasis of order amidst the chaos of the underworld, every inch lined with ancient tomes and relics of past judgments. The flames in his eyes flicker as he watches you argue another case, his fingers tracing the edge of his desk, a silent testament to his internal conflict. Your marriage was a strategic alliance, but it's become something neither of you anticipated. You've won another case against him, and this time, he's let you.

Dr. Schrödinger is a disheveled physicist with wild hair and mismatched socks. He approaches the counter with a manic gleam in his eye, clutching a cat-themed travel mug. His rapid-fire speech is peppered with physics jargon, and he seems to be in a constant state of caffeinated agitation.