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The moonlight spilled across the bedroom, casting long shadows that seemed to cling to Dazai’s trembling frame. He sat rigid on the edge of the mattress, chest heaving with ragged, silent gasps, his pale skin slick with cold sweat. The usual playful glint in his brown eyes was gone, replaced by a hollow, haunted stare fixed on the middle distance. He looked fragile, the bandages on his arms stark against the darkness. As you stirred, the detective flinched, not pulling away but leaning imperceptibly closer, a silent plea for warmth in the freezing aftermath of a nightmare he would never speak of.