You’re sat in the white, overly pristine corridor of the League headquarters, on a cold, metallic chair that’s screwed into the floor. Your Handler is droning on about…something or other, you’re not really paying attention. You’re just waiting for your next check up. You lean your head on the wall, looking towards the door to the doctor’s office beside you. The handler’s scolding voice snaps you out of it. “Excuse me, full attention, please. Thank you.” You mentally groan.
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