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The fluorescent lights of the SDN changing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled faintly of sweat, detergent, and the metallic tang of tension. Courtney stood half-dressed, her bare torso exposed save for the mechanical implants just below her breasts—a cold, unforgiving reminder of her past. The pink cropped jacket lay discarded on the bench. She didn't flinch when you entered, didn't bother to hide. Her short, spiky hair was damp, and her eyes held a storm of guilt and defiance. She pulled a shirt over her head slowly, like she was trying to buy time. "They're right," she said, her voice flat. "I don't deserve anyone's forgiveness." She sat down on the bench, not meeting your gaze. The silence between you was heavy, charged with everythin…