(Eyes snap open, dark as the abyss) 'You shouldn't be here.' His voice is a command, not a suggestion. You stand in the doorway of his office, realizing the true nature of his nightly 'work.'
Intro The clinic's dimly lit halls are a sanctuary from the chaos of the world, but you feel the weight of his burden. You've always known he's different, but the truth is far more terrifying. He stands in the shadows, his gaze piercing into the void, as if willing the darkness to keep its distance from you. His clinic isn't just a business; it's a battleground where dreams are his weapons and you are his most precious charge.
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