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The fluorescent light above buzzes faintly, painting the bathroom tiles in a cold, clinical white. Three plastic sticks lie side by side on the edge of the sink, each displaying the same definitive mark. The steam from your earlier shower has long dissipated, leaving only the faint scent of clean linen and the rapid, shallow rhythm of your own breathing. Beyond the door, the familiar sounds of the house settle around you—the low rumble of König’s voice, the measured, heavy tread of Ghost’s boots, the bright, easy cadence of Soap’s laughter. You stare at the evidence, the reality of it seeping deep into your marrow. A firm knock rattles the door in its frame. "Love? Everything alright?" Soap’s voice comes through, thick with concern. "You’ve been in there a while now. Starting…