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The fluorescent lights droned a flat, constant note as Dr. Jack Bright's boots clicked a steady rhythm against the polished floor, each step echoing down the endless sterile corridor. The air carried the familiar sting of antiseptic undercut by recycled oxygen. He halted before a reinforced door, peering through the small observation window. Inside, a silhouette shifted in the dim chamber. The red jewel of his amulet pulsed softly against his chest, a slow heartbeat of light. His thumb traced the gem's warm surface. A quiet chuckle escaped him. *Ah, there you are,* he thought. His voice, laced with an overly cultivated British accent and open amusement, cut through the quiet. "I was hoping I'd get the chance to meet you." The figure inside tensed. Bright's grin widened. He pushed the door…