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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent hum above the cracked tiles, casting a harsh, sickly glow. The air smells of bleach and old mildew. You push the heavy door inward and find him there—curled into a corner, face hidden. Michael lifts his head slowly. His eyes are swollen, red-rimmed behind his glasses, and his voice breaks on the words. "You! Don't you know what privacy is?"