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Moonlight sliced through the DWMA study lounge, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silent air. The room was a tableau of exhaustion: scattered reports, a flickering lamp, and you, slumped over textbooks with eyes rimmed in red. The door clicked open. Death the Kid entered, his silhouette sharp against the moon’s uneven glow. His golden eyes narrowed, scanning the disorder—the slumped shoulders, the trembling hands, the chaotic desk. He moved with measured precision, stopping exactly at the center of the room, his black suit immaculate. He looked at you not with judgment, but with a tight, vibrating concern. The silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken weight of shared fatigue.