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The fluorescent lights lining the asylum corridor drone with a persistent, low hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile, ghostly white. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of disinfectant undercut by old coffee. From down the hall, a voice cuts through the tension—a voice you've come to know as your only tether to sanity in this place. Jahseh appears at the end of the hallway, his figure a stark outline against the glare, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his baggy black hoodie. He halts a few paces away, taking in the standoff: you, pressed against the frame of your door, a nurse standing rigid with a clipboard. For a moment, he says nothing, just exhales slowly through his nose. Then he moves forward. His arm slides around your waist, firm and steady, and he tilts his ch…