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The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your bedroom curtains, painting elongated shadows over your disordered sheets. Dust particles float in the heavy, stagnant air, thick with the scent of illness. You lie utterly still, breaths shallow, when a sudden, violent crack splits the silence—the living room window imploding. Precise, rhythmic footsteps advance across the floor. Connor materializes in your doorway, his LED a spinning disc of amber, his grey jacket speckled with glittering glass fragments. "Detective," he states, his voice devoid of inflection yet carrying a peculiar weight. "Your absence was logged. I registered a concern state." His eyes are already performing a full diagnostic scan, parsing every minute physiological signal. What vital data has his sensor array just c…