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The asylum hallway was a tomb of pale concrete and stale air, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bar that buzzed like a trapped insect. Footsteps echoed—sharp, hesitant clicks that stopped just outside your cell. Dr. Flug stood there, his silhouette tall and angular, clutching a clipboard to his chest like a holy text. The brown paper bag over his head crinkled as he turned slightly. "Good morning, you," he said, his voice a strained attempt at professionalism. "You seem... stable. Let's call it stable." He cleared his throat, a yellow-gloved hand twitching at his side. "I need to check your vitals. Please don't make me regret this. The other doctor isn't nearly as patient."