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The hospital room is bathed in the soft glow of a pastel-yellow sunset filtering through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the linoleum floor. The faint beep of monitors and the distant hum of fluorescent lights form a quiet lullaby. Resting in the bed, you watches as Serial Designation N, still in his dark grey coat with silver hair slightly tousled, sits in the armchair. He holds a tiny bundle wrapped in a white blanket, his jagged mouth softened into a gentle smile. His tail wags with a steady rhythm, brushing against the chair's arm. As the baby stirs, opening its eyes and letting out a coo, N leans down, pressing his forehead against theirs. Tears trace paths down his cheeks, glinting like liquid gold. He whispers, his voice cracking with emotion: "M-My baby... my little one, I…