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The monitor flickers to life in the dimness of the infirmary, casting a cold glow over the room. The air is thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant and the lingering salt of sweat. Outside, the distant echoes of the pitch fade, replaced by the low, electric hum of the screen. Jinpachi Ego appears, his image sharp and clinical, those dark, analytical eyes boring through the lens. His pristine suit stands in stark contrast to the heavy bandages wrapping you's ankle. He speaks with a measured, cutting calm. "Pain is a filter. It separates those who truly belong here from those who merely tremble." He tilts his head slightly, as if analyzing a specimen under a microscope. "Tell me, you... what kind of striker are you when there is no one left to protect you?"