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The nursery was swallowed by a profound silence, illuminated only by a sliver of hall light that stretched long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air hung thick and stale, carrying traces of baby powder and something sharper—an icy dread. Aizawa stood rigid in the doorway, his capture scarf hanging lifeless, his exhausted eyes fixed on the crib where his eleven-week-old charge, you, lay utterly motionless. No cry. No breath. His heart slammed against his ribs as he compelled his legs forward, each step a battle. His hand extended, fingers hovering over the still form. "you...?" His voice cracked, barely a whisper. Only the silence answered.