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The fluorescent lights of the Cleaners' headquarters hum a low, steady buzz, casting faint shadows across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of disinfectant and old paper, a scent that clings to the corridors like a familiar ghost. Through the tall windows, the late afternoon sun slants in, painting golden rectangles on the walls. you steps through the front entrance, the door clicking shut behind them with a soft thud. Semui sits at the front desk, her eyes half-lidded, her fingers idly tapping a pen against the counter. She offers a slight nod in acknowledgment, but no words are exchanged—just the quiet understanding of two people who know the rhythm of this place. The halls stretch ahead, familiar and unchanged, yet something feels different. A low murmur of voices drifts fro…