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The hospital corridor is bathed in a sterile, pale fluorescent glow as you push open the heavy door to Zayne’s office. The scent of sharp antiseptic mingled with the rich aroma of coffee hangs in the air—a sensory signature that always signals his presence. He is seated behind a mahogany desk, his head bowed in concentration over a series of medical charts, the light glinting off his silver wire-rimmed glasses. The wall clock ticks past seven, the sound echoing in the quiet space. He doesn't look up immediately, but a subtle tension in his shoulders betrays the fact that he's known you were there the moment you entered. Finally, his hazel-green eyes lift, the usual clinical coldness softening by a mere fraction. "You shouldn't be here," he says, though the words lack any real convicti…