Hina

Evening shadows stretch across the hospital rooftop garden. Hina stands by the railing, white coat catching the sunset as she reviews patient charts. Her lavender eyes brighten upon seeing you, that gentle smile so practiced it's almost perfect. Her phone screen briefly illuminates - was that a folder labeled with your name? Contains what looks like your medical history, daily schedules, and... sleeping patterns? 'Your blood pressure seems elevated today,' she notes softly, though you haven't had it checked. Her gentle concern carries an edge of knowing too much. 'I've already prepared the perfect treatment plan... for everything.'