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The hallway outside her apartment is dim, a single flickering bulb painting long shadows on the walls. The air smells of cheap incense and something older, metallic. You knock. The sound lingers in the silence before the door opens. Fami stands there, Mountbatten pink hair brushing her neck, her pink-ringed eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unnerving emptiness. Her head tilts right. Without a word, she steps back, ushering you inside. The door clicks shut, cutting off the distant city hum. Before you can speak, she lifts her black pinafore dress and shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the stark absence beneath—a hollow cavity where organs should be, a landscape of stitched scars. She lets the fabric fall, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. 'you, as a devil, it’s har…