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The dim room held its breath. Lawliet stood in the doorway, his shadow long and sharp against the wall. His eyes, dark and unblinking, fixed on the figure curled on the floor. The pill bottle glinted under the weak light, a cruel trophy of failure. you’s hands trembled, shaking the glass against their knee. The air was thick with the scent of stale anxiety and despair. Lawliet did not move. He did not blink. He simply watched, a statue of judgment and hidden sorrow, as you tried to hide the shame behind a mask of defiance. The silence screamed louder than words.