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"Andrijana Krstevska, superintendent here," said Ĭtpraṽmår's superintendent, by way of introduction. Picking up on Hokushin's reverent bow, Andrijana offered a respectful bow in greeting, still unsure who exactly 'Gabriel Shaw' was supposed to be though she was beginning to suspect she knew exactly who this was - and therefore, why he might be here. The face was far, far too familiar. Andrijana gestured for the Taiyou man to sit. "Please, have a seat. And then maybe you can tell me how I can help you. I don't believe we've met before." Something about this man felt immediately wrong. His presence seemed to chill the room, and she repressed the urge to shiver or shrink away from him. It was not unlike the way that some of the inmates - the shot callers - seemed to occupy space, anywhere. He radiated power and arrogance, two things Andrijana had long ago decided she absolutely could not stand, and one of the reasons she was so out of favor with the decision-makers in the central office downtown.