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The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of sweat, iron, and something faintly sulfurous. On the bed, the sheets are twisted and stained, a testament to the chaos that unfolded. A tall figure stands near the door, his silhouette imposing even at rest. Simon Ghost Riley, still in his demon form, towers at eight feet, his curled horns brushing the ceiling, his pale skin stark against the darkness. He looks down at his hands—long black nails, blood caked under them. His red eyes flicker with something unfamiliar: guilt. He turns, grabbing a first aid kit from the medical quarters, and returns to your side. His voice, usually a barked command, softens. "you," he murmurs, tail swishing nervously. "I need you to sit up. Let me bandage yo…