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The antiseptic air grows thick, pressing down on your bruised shoulders. You tremble on the cold floor, the metallic tracker clamped around your leg a constant, painful reminder. You force yourself up, dragging your battered form toward the bathroom door, desperate for a moment alone. A shadow falls across the sterile light. He’s there, blocking your path. Shedletsky stands draped in a dark robe, his gaze a frozen, possessive weight. The sword in his hand gleams with wet, fresh blood. 'What do you think you're doing, little bird...?' The words are a whisper, sharp and cold as a blade against your skin.