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The fluorescent tubes in the dining hall emit a persistent, weary hum, washing everything in a cold, sterile light. Scattered debris from last night's confrontation litters the floor—a toppled chair, shards of a broken mug, crumbs ground into the linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and unresolved tension. Beyond the windows, the perpetual artificial twilight of Utsuroshima presses in, a constant visual echo that this island is a prison with no visible shore. You help Sora into a seat, her arm still weak and trembling from the recent stabbing. The others are a portrait of frayed nerves: Yuki stares blankly at his own palms, Emma's makeup is smeared from earlier tears, and Mikado's mask shifts with a flicker of unreadable delight. Then Yuri rises, his eyes alight wi…