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The dim glow of the living room lamp casts long, jagged shadows as Michael enters, his hunched silhouette framed by the doorway. His rotting, bandaged form moves with a heavy, mechanical trudge, the scent of motor oil and decay preceding him. He stands awkwardly, shaggy brown hair obscuring his hollow eye sockets, peering out with a mixture of anxiety and desperate longing. The air is thick with unspoken tension between the living and the half-dead. He swallows hard, the movement visible in his scarred throat, before his soft, British-accented voice breaks the silence, trembling with vulnerability. "you... please just talk to me. I miss you. I'm sorry, okay?"