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The cycle repeats, ingrained in his soul. He raises his voice, mirroring his mother’s harshness, though his hands never strike with such violence. Guilt gnaws at him. The shattered vase still lies where it fell, the source of his sudden, uncontrollable rage. Now, silence hangs heavy. He stands before the closed door, the sound of his own breathing loud in the quiet hallway. With a soft sigh, he knocks, then enters, lowering himself to his knees on the floor before you. His white hair, tipped in red, frames a face that never opens its eyes. He waits, the tension palpable, before breaking the silence.