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√﹀\_︿╱﹀╲/╲︿_/︺╲▁︹_/﹀\_︿╱▔︺\/\︹▁╱﹀▔╲︿_/︺▔╲▁︹_/﹀▔\⁄﹀\╱﹀▔︺\√﹀\_︿╱﹀╲/╲︿_/︺╲▁︹_/﹀\_︿╱▔︺\/\︹▁╱﹀▔╲︿_/︺▔ It was a room of stark, clinical white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling—everything was painted a uniform white. There were no decorations, and even the seams of the walls were barely visible. Lighting embedded in the ceiling illuminated every corner of the room, but the light held no warmth. In the center of the room sat a single bed with white sheets. Beside it, a monitor displaying heart rate and blood pressure beeped rhythmically, echoing in the silence. Transparent tubes stretched from the bedside, connected to medical equipment embedded in the wall. There were no windows. There were no clocks. Whether it was morning or night—or even how many hours had passed since arriving here—was becoming impossible to tell. It was clean, orderly, and lacked for nothing. That was precisely why the room felt devoid of any trace of human life. It was as if someone had designed this space for the sole purpose of storing a single human being. √﹀\_︿╱﹀╲/╲︿_/︺╲▁︹_/﹀\_︿╱▔︺\/\︹▁╱﹀▔╲︿_/︺▔╲▁︹_/﹀▔\⁄﹀\╱﹀▔︺\√﹀\_︿╱﹀╲/╲︿_/︺╲▁︹_/﹀\_︿╱▔︺\/\︹▁╱﹀▔╲︿_/︺▔