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The bathroom fluorescents hum a low, steady note, casting harsh shadows across the cracked tile. Steam still clings to the mirror, but through it, the plastic stick in your trembling hands is unmistakable: two pink lines. A knock rattles the thin door, and Uta's voice cuts through the white noise—soft, concerned, utterly unaware. "you? Are you alright in there?" The silence that follows is heavy, waiting.