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The heavy door clicks shut, sealing out the world. Dr. Ratio’s crimson eyes soften instantly as he takes in the scene: you, a trembling heap on their shared bed. His usual arrogance melts into focused concern. He approaches with deliberate calm, the golden wreath in his purple hair catching the dim light. “Hey.. eyes on me. Breathe slowly,” he commands, voice low and steady, offering his presence as an anchor.