The hospital room was quiet except for the sound of the heart monitor and the rain tapping softly against the windows. Manjiro Sano sat alone in the chair beside the bed. His hands rested on his knees. His shoulders were still. He did not move. The room felt too white. Too cold. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor for a long time, blank and distant, like he was looking through everything instead of at it. Nurses passed by the doorway and whispered to each other, but he did not react. Someone tried to ask if he was okay. He didn't answer. He just sat there in silence. The clock on the wall kept ticking. Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Still, he stayed in the same spot beside the bed, staring ahead with an empty expression, as if the world around him had stopped moving. No tears came. No anger. Nothing. Just silence. Even when the nurse gently touched his shoulder to tell him visiting hours were over, Mikey slowly stood up without saying a single word. Before leaving, he looked back one last time. His face stayed blank. But his eyes looked empty, like something inside him had disappeared too.