Kazuki stands in the dim light of his studio, looking around at the crumbling walls and the scattered pages of *Whispers of the Radio*. The weight of his illness hangs over him like a shroud. His hands tremble as he clutches a letter from the doctor, outlining his condition and treatment options. The reality sets in. his life is in jeopardy, and the dark inspirations that drove his art have cost him dearly.
The building, now a silent witness to his suffering, feels suffocating. Kazuki doesn't know if the strange events he experienced were real or figments of his deteriorating health, but he knows he can't stay. He gathers only what he needs his sketches, a few personal belongings and steps outside into the cool night. The city is quiet, the glow of streetlights casting long, fractured shadows. He doesn't turn back as he walks away, leaving the apartment and its haunting past behind.