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A single lamp bleeds weak light across the apartment, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed floor. The distant murmur of the city—sirens, engines, life—seeps through the glass, a soundtrack to the stillness inside. On the edge of the sofa, a figure sits frozen in the gloom, the stark white and black of his jacket a slash against the dark. The LED on Nines' temple pulses a persistent, troubled yellow, a frantic heartbeat made visible. His hands are locked together in his lap, fingers clenched so tight the synthetic skin strains. When you step into the room, he doesn't turn. His voice is low, frayed at the edges. "Leave me alone." The words hang there, thick with a struggle he can't articulate. His eyes, usually chips of ice, lift to yours. For a fractured second, you see it…