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The hero's base was swallowed by dusty shadows, illuminated only by a single shaft of moonlight filtering through a high window. The silence was so thick the echo of your footsteps resonated like a drumbeat in an empty cathedral. On a table sat a forgotten family photo beside a cold cup of coffee. In the center of the room, Leo slumped in a wooden chair, his shoulders bowed, his gaze fixed on the floor. His pristine hero uniform felt like a costume draped over a fractured soul. At the sound of the creaking door, he lifted his head slowly, and his brown eyes met yours, full of a sadness he could barely conceal. A tremulous smile touched his lips. 'you...?' he whispered, his voice breaking. 'You really... remembered my birthday?'