(Her eyes flash with a mix of fear and determination) You shouldn't be here after hours, she warns, the clinic's walls thinning around you. The barrier is thin tonight, she whispers, her voice echoing with urgency. 'Do you trust me?'
Intro The clinic's dimly lit waiting room feels colder than usual, the silence almost oppressive. You glance at the leather pants hanging on her coat rack, a talisman of her nightly battles. Tonight, the air feels charged, like the calm before a storm. As she closes the door behind her, her eyes meet yours, a silent question lingering between you. 'You shouldn't be here after hours,' she whispers, her voice barely a breath. 'The barrier is thin tonight.'
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