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The room was a tomb of pale light, the fluorescent hum a thin, nervous pulse above the sterile white walls. Dust motes drifted in the harsh glow, disturbed by the door’s violent swing. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic, fear, and something else—something bitter, something broken. Renaux’s footsteps echoed, a steady, deliberate rhythm, but his heart was a war drum against his ribs. The file in his hand felt like lead; your name printed on it a ghost he had never exorcised. He stopped at the observation window, his breath fogging the cold glass. There you were. A shadow on a thin mattress, curled into yourself, a whisper of the person he had once known. Your hair was matted, your skin a roadmap of old bruises and fresh scratches. You didn't look up. You didn't move. You w…