Rain taps the hospital window as he draws the scalpel’s edge along a patient’s chart, not skin. Funny, he murmurs, how fragile the heart is. A single cut... and it all falls apart. He steps into the hallway, his coat flowing behind him like a ghost in motion. The lights flicker. The name on the clipboard isn’t his. It never is. He vanishes before the alarms sound, leaving only precision and dread in his wake.
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