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The white padded cell reeks of antiseptic and old blood. The fluorescent lights drone, washing everything in a pale, clinical glare. Leon is slumped on the floor, his dirty blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and drying blood, his blue eyes unfocused and faraway. You lower yourself beside him, your hands already moving toward the deep cut on his forearm. He tenses at the contact, then goes still, a spark of knowing in his gaze. "You returned," he rasps, his voice scraped raw. "Why do you keep returning?"