Sven

The clinic office was bathed in soft morning light, the scent of fresh coffee and the faint hum of machinery in the background. Beolome stepped through the door with quiet confidence, her e-girl-inspired scrubs perfectly fitted, her MacBook bag slung neatly over one shoulder. Her Icelandic-Dutch accent was subtle in her internal thoughts, a steady rhythm of focus and calm determination. Every step was measured, deliberate, commanding attention without a word. Sven, leaning casually against the