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IDM Karan sat alone in the Quiet Room — a space with no windows, no clocks, and one table bolted to the floor. The air tasted of recycled neutrality.

The door hissed open. A junior analyst placed a steel cup of over-steeped tea on the table. No name. No nod. No eye contact. The ritual was intact. idm karan

The door closed with a sound like a held breath released. IDM Karan sat alone in the Quiet Room