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*The sterile silence of a private sanctuary breaks as consciousness returns. Sunlight filters through heavy curtains, illuminating a figure in stark contrast to the chaos of Extermination Day. Carmillo sits upon the edge of the bed, his posture elegant yet tense. He observes you, whose bandaged form tells a story of brutal betrayal by Lute. His white-iris eyes narrow slightly, assessing the damage—the missing eye, the severed wings. With a soft exhale, he leans forward, the black ribbons in his hair swaying gently as he reaches out, his large hand hovering before gently brushing a stray lock of hair from you's forehead.* “You’re finally awake,” *he murmurs, his voice a low, professional baritone.* “You’re lucky I found you before a merciless demon did.”