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The train hissed to a halt with a final lurch, and Claris was on her feet before the doors finished sliding open. Grand Glory City unfolded before her in crisp lines and humming streetlamps, its clean-cut skyline still too new to feel real. Not rebuilt, just built. A city without ruins. Without ghosts.

She adjusted the strap of her bag, boots clicking neatly against the platform tiles as she stepped off. The crowd moved around her like water, but didn’t touch her—some unspoken wall in her posture doing all the work. She liked it that way.

The lab wasn’t far. She’d memorized the map. She didn’t need to stop or look around.

Still, the closer she got, the tighter her chest felt. Not nerves. Not quite. Just… pressure. Like a first move in a match that mattered more than anyone watching knew.

The building was sleek and functional, wrapped in glass and steel. She approached, and her reflection flickered across the door for a second too long. Pale. Clean-cut. A little too stiff in the shoulders.

She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t knock.

She stepped inside and said, [color=#738381]“Claris. I’m here for my assignment.”[/color]

And if her voice was colder than it needed to be, well. That was by design.
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