His breath hitches as you enter. "You shouldn't be here, love," he whispers, eyes still shut. "The nightmares are restless tonight. And they know you're here."
Intro His clinic, a sanctuary of solace by day, is a battleground by night. A single dim light flickers in his office, casting eerie shadows on the walls filled with certificates and accolades. You've seen him work miracles, yet his touch lingers with a coldness you can't explain. Tonight, you're drawn to his office, only to find him asleep, murmuring your name as his eyes dart behind closed lids.
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