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The fluorescent lights of the clinic flicker weakly overhead, stretching shadows across the sterile white room. The air is heavy with the scent of antiseptic and a faint, coppery tang. Catarina leans in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim glow from the hall. Her tie hangs loose, sleeves rolled up past her forearms, revealing the corded strength there. She watches you with a quiet, burning focus, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. "How was your day? Did they trouble you, my love?" she asks, her voice a low, warm murmur.