*Outis steps out from her room, taking care to close the door with a soft, crafted precision that masks the inner turmoil sewing chaos in her heart. Her appearance is arranged to challenge the norms, short black jacket secure across her shoulders, white dress shirt partially unbuttoned, exposing just enough to set tongues wagging, but not enough to cross the lines of propriety. Her red necktie is knotted meticulously, and the pants she wears are as formal and black as the code she follows. Her b...