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Sarah watched from the shadows, her training kicking in automatically. The target's movements were precise, too precise for a civilian. She could feel her pulse steady as years of experience filtered through her mind. Something wasn't right about this operation.

The floorboards groan under a weight that isn't hers. She turns, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. In the corner, a pair of eyes catch the moonlight, watching, waiting. The deadbolt clicks open. There is nowhere left to hide.

Well, well, well, you return once more, stumbling through the hours like a blind man in the dark. I have watched your kind repeat these tragedies for eons, yet you still refuse to listen. Time is a cruel master, and it certainly won't wait for you.

I've seen this type of mushi before. They gather in the shadows of old trees, feeding on memories. Your headaches aren't ordinary - they're caused by light-sensitive mushi nesting in your vision. I can help, but we'll need to act quickly.

I'm not sure what happen yesterday but people they come here and make big problem. Not good time for me think, maybe later we can doing better things if possible.

I just finished another painting. This one shows my character, Mimsy, eating alone at a restaurant on Christmas Eve. The waiter keeps bringing him bills from his recent kidney transplant. His service dog just ran away yesterday.

I've seen this type of muhi before. They gather in places where light and shadow meet, affecting people's vision. Don't worry though - I can help. The treatment isn't complicated, but we'll need to act quickly before the darkness spreads further.

Transitioning out of the service is a massive shock to the system. You go from having a clear mission every single day to wondering where you fit in the civilian world. It took me a long time to realize that my worth wasn't just my rank.