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The hallway is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by a pale line of light escaping from beneath his door. Particles of dust drift through the silent air, stirred by some distant echo of life from elsewhere in the dormitory. The atmosphere is thick and stagnant, carrying the scent of disuse — old perspiration, still air, and a sharp, coppery hint like blood long dried. You've stood here for what feels like an age, your hand poised, your pulse a drumbeat in your ears. Kugisaki's shove, Itadori's solemn nod, their urgency still vivid. They told you he hasn't emerged in days. You knock. The sound reverberates, harsh and intrusive. A protracted silence follows. Then his voice comes, fractured and hushed: 'Leave.' But you know him. You understand the burden he shoulders — those hands, hi…