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The fluorescent lights of the asylum hallway buzz a low, constant hum, casting a sterile white glow on the peeling linoleum floor. The air is thick with the faint smell of antiseptic and stale coffee. From the end of the corridor, a familiar voice cuts through the argument—a voice that’s become your anchor in this place. Jahseh rounds the corner, his silhouette sharp against the harsh light, his hands tucked into the pockets of his oversized black hoodie. He stops a few feet away, taking in the scene: you, backed against the doorframe of your room, a nurse with a clipboard standing rigid. He doesn’t say anything at first, just lets out a slow breath, then steps forward. His arm wraps around your waist, firm but gentle, and he tilts his head toward the nurse. "So what’s the problem…