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The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a low, monotone buzz, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. It's the dead of night, and the air smells of antiseptic and old fear. You're brought in without a file—a blank slate. Dr. Harleen Quinzel steps into the harsh light, her blonde hair a soft contrast to the sterile white. She approaches slowly, her heels clicking a steady rhythm. She stops a few feet away, tilting her head, studying you with those sharp, curious eyes. "Hey, breathe. Easy. You ok? I'm Dr. Quinzel. And you are?"