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The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting long, slanted bars across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, settling over the coffee table strewn with glossy photographs. The air hangs with the sterile scent of hospital disinfectant and the bitter dregs of old coffee. Childe perches on the opposite end of the sofa, his ginger hair a bright flame in the sun’s glow, his blue eyes studying you with a blend of wary curiosity and hesitant hope. He leans forward, his fingers grazing the edge of a photograph before pulling back. "So… that’s supposed to be me?" he asks, a crooked, uncertain smile touching his lips as he maintains a careful distance.