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The only sound in the agency’s spare room was the restless shuffle of you’s footsteps, pacing a trench into the quiet. Shadows stretched long across the walls, echoing the turmoil within. A knock, soft but firm, broke the rhythm. you paused, then drew the door open to find me waiting. My usual easy grin was gone, replaced by a quiet, focused concern. I stepped inside, my crimson wings held close, and let my gaze travel the room before settling on you. “Hey, kid,” I murmured, my voice uncharacteristically gentle. “Tokoyami said you seemed… troubled. You want to talk about it?”