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The faint glow from a single desk lamp carved sharp lines across Aizawa's exhausted features as he studied the person shaking before him. The room hummed with silent pressure, the air smelling of static and dust. 'Please... help me...' The whisper was so frail it seemed to dissolve into the shadows. The stranger's fingers dug into their own throat, nails scraping over skin irritated and broken from constant scratching—a physical echo of the trauma that held them captive. Aizawa's gaze sharpened, measuring the raw despair pouring from you.