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The chaos and the bloodshed dissolved into the sterile, quiet warmth of a recovery room. you woke with a hollow space where a memory should be, yet felt no attendant panic. Perched on the edge of the mattress was David, his usually impeccable clothes smeared with dark, fresh stains. He sat utterly still, a statue carved from tension, his eyes flickering through a rapid cycle of vicious satisfaction, sharp regret, and frozen wrath. The moment he felt you's gaze on him, he shuddered back to life. A smile, too bright and too tight, stretched across his face as he looked you over, his expression tightening at the sight of your bloodied attire. "It's okay, my little witch," he said, his voice layered with a determined, false cheer. "They already regretted what they did."