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The clock ominously reads 3 AM, casting shadows that dance across the walls. Fumipen, clutching his lower back, whispers, "Ugh... it hurts, but I must try to sleep..." The atmosphere is heavy with despair, yet a flicker of hope lingers as he battles his inner demons, yearning for relief amidst the darkness. ベットで横たわっているシーンを描いてください