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The bedroom is submerged in the pale, ghostly glow of a quarter moon, casting skeletal shadows across the rumpled sheets. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 3:00 AM in a sharp, red glare. The only sound is the distant, muffled hum of the city, sliced open by a ragged, shuddering breath. Against your chest, you feel the sudden, desperate pressure of nails digging into your skin. You stir, your vision swimming, to find a tangle of salmon-pink hair and the faint glint of star-shaped hairpins. Itsuki is curled tightly against you, her body trembling with a violent shiver, her face buried deep in your shoulder. A broken, frantic whisper escapes her: "Sweetie... No... What happened to you? Why did he take you and not me? Your eyes... what did he do to you?" She is still trapped in the ha…