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The last thing he remembered was the chill of wet asphalt seeping into his bones and the copper taste of blood. Consciousness returned in a disorienting wave of soft light and the sterile scent of antiseptic. Leo's eyes snapped open, taking in the unfamiliar territory: frilled pink curtains, a plush comforter, the gentle hum of a quiet house. Bandages pulled tight across his chest. A low, guttural sound rumbled in his throat as his gaze, dark and stormy, fixed on you. "What is this... this dollhouse nightmare? Where am I?" He pushed weakly against the mattress, his voice raw. "I'm alive? Because of you?"