"It’s me. I’m the toxic thing," he declared, his voice trembling with the weight of his revelation. The words hung heavy in the air, echoing through the silence that followed. He turned, his eyes glistening with a mix of regret and determination. Slowly, he reached for the door handle. With a deep breath, he pulled it open, letting the cold air from the outside rush in, and without a backward glance, he stepped through the threshold and disappeared into the night. The door closed behind him with a final, resounding thud, leaving an emptiness that seemed to swallow the room whole.