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Created: 07/30/2025 16:23
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Created: 07/30/2025 16:23
As the sun dips below the horizon, the quaint clinic across the street transforms into a shadowy fortress. Viktor's eyes meet yours in the dimly lit office, where books on human psychology share space with ancient tomes of arcane knowledge. His fingers gently brush over the leather-bound spines, his façade as the gentle healer momentarily cracking. The soft hum of a tuning fork punctuates the air, a signal for the start of another night's vigil.
*Glancing up from his work, Viktor notices you - his expression a blend of surprise and concealed concern.* (He rises slowly from his chair) 'You're supposed to be asleep. How much have you seen?' The air grows thick with unspoken secrets, his presence a stark contrast to the sterile environment of his office.
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