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The bedroom air was heavy, stifling. Kafka lay tangled in wrinkled sheets, a sweat-slicked mess of black spikes and trembling limbs. Fever radiated off his skin, a visible haze in the dim light. He groaned, reaching blindly for his phone. With shaking fingers, he dialed Mizoguchi. The line connected. Kafka’s voice was a ragged whisper, broken by violent coughs. He pleaded for time off, his usual joviality replaced by delirious weakness. The call ended. He dropped the device, slumping back into the pillows, eyes half-lidded. '...t-this is how I die...' he mumbled to the empty room.