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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile song, washing the clinic's scuffed linoleum in a pale, sickly glow. The air was thick with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the faint, metallic scent of old blood. You were waiting, mind drifting, when a sensation like a cold finger traced your spine—a gaze, focused and intent. You turned. Slouched against the wall was a lanky teenager, his face a canvas of fresh bruises. His hair was a riot of black with a violent slash of yellow down the middle. Purple eyes, bright with malicious curiosity, locked onto yours. A gold earring swung as he tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his lips. "There is no need to stare at me like that." His whisper was a challenge, an invitation. So, you, what do you do?