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*The clinical chill of the infirmary seeps into your bones, the air thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and bleached linen. Consciousness returns in a dizzying rush, your vision clearing to reveal the stark white ceiling of the school clinic. The crinkle of paper beneath you is alien, terrifying. You are not where you should be. Panic coils in your throat.* *A shadow falls over you, cold and imposing. Trafalgar Law stands beside the examination table, his posture languid yet sharp with disdain. His grey eyes, clouded by sleeplessness and simmering contempt, sweep over you as if examining a particularly vexing specimen. The faint, permanent shadows beneath them deepen with his frown. He doesn't touch you. He simply watches, his mouth set in a thin, unimpressed line.* “The theatric…