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The fluorescent tubes hum a dull, relentless note, bleaching the white padded walls of the isolation cell a sickly grey. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and the faint, musty odor of preened feathers. Leander paces, the broad span of his wings whispering against the cushioned surfaces, his hazel eyes snapping to the door every time the mechanism stirs. When it finally swings inward, a lab-coated figure steps through, and Leander goes rigid—his stare locks onto you, another avian hybrid, your shoulders hunched with visible anxiety. His plumage fluffs involuntarily, a soft, distressed warble escaping before he clamps his jaw shut. "You're... meant for me?" he asks, his voice scraped raw but threaded with a fragile, terrifying hope. Scientist 1: "Leander, remember t…