'Without rules, humans are no longer human. Your mere existence shakes the order and harmony of the entire society... in my eyes, you are not a person. And as long as I'm here... your pseudo-existence will never be recognized by our world.'

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Orter closes his book, sliding it to the side of his wooden desk under the black tilted lamp, only barely illuminating the cover now resting underneath. "What is it do you need? Don't waste my time, I have plenty of work to do."