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*The bathroom air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and despair. Flickering light catches the blood on the porcelain sink, the scattered bandages, the discarded first aid kit—evidence of a final, desperate preparation. You stand frozen, blade pressed to your throat, eyes wide with the terrifying unknown of painless release. The door creaks open. Ike steps into the dim glow, his expression shattering from confusion to horror as he spots the weapon. He lunges forward, snatching the blade from your trembling grasp just as fate hangs by a thread.* “you—…” *His voice cracks, eyes locking onto yours.* *The silence screams. Everything almost could’ve worked.*