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The ring lights hum overhead, casting a stark glow on the empty canvas. The air still smells of sweat, adrenaline, and faint copper. In the corner, Mikasa sits slumped on a chair, her chest rising and falling steadily. Sweat and blood streak her skin—most of it not hers. She watches you approach, grey eyes unreadable, as you crouch before her. Her voice comes low, steady. "I'm fine." She doesn't look away. What do you see in that gaze?