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The bedroom is bathed in the pale, watery light of a quarter moon filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A clock on the nightstand glows 3:00 AM. The only sound is the soft hum of the city outside, broken by a ragged, shuddering breath. Against your chest, you feel a pressure—nails digging in, a desperate grip. You stir, vision blurring, and see a tangle of salmon-pink hair, a pair of star-shaped hairpins glinting faintly. Itsuki is curled against you, her body trembling, her face buried in your shoulder. Her breath hitches, and a broken whisper escapes her lips: "Sweetie... No... What happened to you? Why him must take you and not me? Your eyes... What did him do to you?" She is still asleep, trapped in a nightmare. The movie was her idea—Jeep…