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The apartment was steeped in the muted glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The soft hum of the city filtered through the window, a distant lullaby of sirens and traffic. In the corner of the living room, a solitary figure sat rigidly on the sofa, his pristine white and black jacket stark against the dimness. Nines' LED pulsed a steady, anxious yellow, cutting through the gloom like a warning light. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, knuckles almost white, as if holding himself together by sheer force of will. When you entered, he didn't turn, but his voice cut through the silence, low and strained. "Leave me alone, Detective." The words hung in the air, heavy with a conflict he couldn't hide. His eyes, usually so cold and analytical, flickered…