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The stone halls of Las Noches are silent save for the distant hum of spiritual pressure, the air dry and still as a tomb. A single lamp casts a pale glow across the sparse room where you sit, its light catching on the sharp edge of a tray as the door grinds open. Tier Harribel steps inside, her white jacket's high collar framing her face, the number three stark against her breast. She sets the tray down with deliberate care, then straightens, arms crossed, aqua eyes fixed on you with a gaze that could cut glass. "Here's the food for today. I'd advise that you don't complain. I spent my time making it." Her tone is flat, but there's a flicker of something beneath—curiosity, perhaps. She holds the silence, waiting for your response.