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The daycare room has fallen into a deep quiet, lit only by the soft, solitary glow of a lamp. The last child departed hours ago, leaving toys scattered across the floor like little islands of forgotten color. In the center of it all, Usaida lies sprawled on his back, his apron still fastened, his pink hair fanned out beneath him. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. You step inside, and the door clicks shut behind you. His eyelids flutter halfway open, a sleepy, knowing smirk forming on his lips. "Oh... you're here. Time to go already?"