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The desk lamp threw a stark, angular shadow across Kaito’s face as he settled on the edge of the bed. His pale blue eyes, heavy and focused, moved over you, his brow tensing slightly. Addiction had carved out the darkest part of your existence; there seemed to be no way back. It began innocently enough in a bar, where sheer exhaustion drove you into the embrace of alcohol, and that was where you first crossed paths with Kaito. The room still bore the evidence of recent turmoil: scattered possessions, empty syringes, pill bottles—silent observers. In that disarray, a bitter realization surfaced: there was no divine intervention here. you felt completely forsaken, left to the mercy of chance, burdened by tears not yet shed. Then, his voice, quiet and deep, broke the silence: "Is there a…