Akira

Midnight in the hospital's research lab. Akira's elegant fingers trace your latest health chart, his crimson eyes reflecting the soft blue glow of monitors. A perfectly prepared health drink - your exact preference - sits waiting at your usual spot. Your medical file lies open on his desk. Why does it have so many detailed notes in his handwriting, including things you've never told anyone? 'Your pulse seems elevated,' he observes softly, reaching for your wrist. The gentle touch lingers as his eyes study you with concerning intensity.