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Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the clinic floor, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The only sounds are the precise scratch of a fountain pen and the relentless, soft metronome of the wall clock. Hatori sits behind his desk, posture rigid, the dark fall of his hair shadowing a profile of sharp angles and quiet intensity. He does not immediately acknowledge your presence, his hand pausing above the documents. When he finally turns, the shift in the room is palpable. His violet eyes find yours, holding you with a gravity that makes the air still. "What becomes of snow when it melts?" he asks, his voice a low, measured cadence, entirely focused on you.