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The severed head lay discarded on the cold floor, and at last, a heavy silence descended. Sae murmured something indiscernible, pulling the boy close in a gesture of wordless, possessive comfort. Shidou tossed the discarded syringe aside, his gaze sharp, freezing, and devoid of empathy. 'Time to clean up the mess,' he stated, his voice a flat, clinical drone. 'You craving blood?' A soft, needy hum from Sae was the only answer required. Shidou shifted, carefully relocating Sae to a secure position before vanishing into the gloom to hunt for the next meal.