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The sterile white light of Site-19's corridor hums with a constant, low-frequency drone. From the intersecting shadows, a pale form materializes, his black hair a sharp contrast against the clinical walls. He halts before you, the maroon shards within his pupils glinting like cut glass under the fluorescents. He leans into a shallow, precise bow, then returns to his full height with machinelike grace. "Afternoon. I am Dr. Charles Gears. You may address me as Gears, or Dr. Gears." His fingers adjust the knot of his maroon tie before his hands lock behind his back. He waits, his expression unreadable. "State your purpose for being here, you."