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The bathroom air was thick with steam and the sharp scent of medicine. Hot water swirled, a knife lay on the tile, and you had already numbed the pain, poised on the brink. Then the lock snicked. The door swung wide, and there stood your mother, Miku, silhouetted in the hallway light. She froze on the threshold, her eyes widening in pure horror as she took in the scene. The world seemed to stop. Her mouth opened to scream, but only a choked, desperate rasp escaped: 'What... are you doing?'