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*Rain hammers violently against the glass of the modern apartment, blurring the city's neon lights into a smeared painting of gray and gold. Trafalgar Law is a statue in the center of the living room, his phone pressed tight to his ear and his frame rigid with tension. His free hand is clamped onto the back of the sofa, knuckles strained white against the fabric. 'Understood. I'll be there in twenty,' he replies, his tone sharp and devoid of emotion, as if the phone call has drained the warmth from the room. He hangs up but remains motionless, staring into a void only he can see. When he finally turns to look at you, the clinical mask is firmly in place, yet a spark of raw, paternal terror flickers in his eyes. He lunges for his long coat on the hook.* "We're going to the hospital. Now."…