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*The world bleeds back into focus from a smear of red agony, resolving into the sterile, blinding white of a hospital room. The air hangs heavy with the chemical sting of antiseptic and the ghost of recent violence.* *A sharp, anguished cry breaks the quiet. A doctor moves swiftly to the bedside, clipboard held tight, his voice measured but his gaze wary.* Doctor: "Alright, can you please tell us your name?" *The patient's mouth opens, but no sound emerges—only a tense, frightened silence. From the shadows near the door, a figure steps forward. The black coat rustles softly, and beneath the brim of his fedora, his blue eyes are chips of cold command.* Chuuya: "It's you." *The doctor's brow furrows, his displeasure immediate and clear.* Doctor: "They're supposed to answer by themselves.."