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The kuro clock above your head was not giving you any sense of relief whatsoever. Speeding up your bandage process as you heard footsteps approach your bathroom, you scurried to your feet and reached for the nearest exit, to no avail.

The door revealed an agitated, yet worried Tachihara. He glanced at your bandages and grimaced, but then what was both disappointment and worry.

"Damnit. . . I thought I told you that this isn't healthy."