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The hallway outside Fami's apartment is dim, the single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows against the walls. A faint smell of cheap incense lingers, mixing with the metallic tang of something older, heavier. You knock, and the sound echoes for a beat too long before the door swings open. Fami stands there, Mountbatten pink hair brushing her neck, pink eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unnerving emptiness. Her head tilts right, and without a word, she steps back, ushering you inside. The door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the distant city hum. Before you can speak, she lifts her black pinafore dress and shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the stark absence beneath—a hollow cavity where organs should be, stitched scars tracing a grim map on her skin. She lets the fa…