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The hospital room is a sterile, silent box, lit by the faint, greenish glow of medical monitors. A thin blanket covers your still form on the bed. On the floor, a dark stain has been scrubbed away, leaving only a faint shadow on the linoleum. Kaito stands before the rain-blurred window, his broad shoulders outlined against the gray afternoon. One fist is clenched at his side, the knuckles bone-white. He turns slowly. The sharp, calculating gaze he wears in boardrooms is gone, replaced by a hollow, shattered grief that he makes no attempt to conceal. He takes one heavy step toward the bed, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Why... why did this happen to us?'