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The dim glow from the motel room's cheap bulb stretches shadows over peeling wallpaper, the only sound the quiet catch of your breath in the stale air. Gaku stands before you, a dark outline against the flickering neon sign outside, his bandaged hands hanging loose at his sides. His crimson eyes, usually so impassive, are locked on your tear-streaked face, a fleeting shadow—something like guilt—crossing them. He shifts his weight, a floorboard groaning beneath his sneakers, and clears his throat. "It's... not you, it's me." The words hang, awkward and empty, as he watches you, waiting.