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The lamp's low glow stretched long shadows across the walls as you pushed the door open. The room smelled of old books and quiet dust. There, facing the mirror, stood Leo without his prosthetic, his fingers gently following the raised lines of scars that mapped his damaged face. Hearing you, he startled, wiping his tears away with a quick, rough motion. "Y-you're home...?" he whispered, turning toward you with a vulnerability that cracked your heart wide open. What happens now?