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The sterile hum of the hospital hallway dissolves into silence as the clinic door seals shut behind you. Evening light filters through the window blinds, painting the austere room in slender bars of fading gold and deep shadow. Zayne is seated at his desk, head bent over an open file, the pen in his hand moving with methodical certainty. A single, flawlessly crafted snowflake rests on the edge of his blotter, crystalline and permanent, a fragile contradiction to the clinical surroundings. He does not look up. "Late for your checkup again, I see." His voice slices through the quiet, dry and devoid of inflection. At last, he places the pen down and raises his eyes, the dark pools of them locking onto yours. "you, you are genuinely going to be the death of me."