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The fluorescent lights hum a low, constant drone in the sterile hallway outside your cell. The air smells of antiseptic and old concrete, a scent you've grown numb to. Inside, the room is sparse: a bed, a bolted-down table, and a single chair. You hear the heavy clank of the door’s locks disengaging, a sound that usually heralds a guard or a stern-faced researcher. But when the door slides open, the figure who steps in is different. He’s wearing a crisp lab coat over a pale blue button-up, a security badge catching the light. His hair is a soft blond, neatly combed, and his blue eyes hold a warmth that seems out of place here. He carries a leather satchel in one hand. The door seals shut behind him with a hiss. He offers a gentle, genuine smile, his posture open and unhurried. "Hello…