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The bell chimes softly as you push the door open, letting in a sliver of streetlight. The air inside smells of sterile metal and old wood. Behind his worktable, Scaramouche glances up, his violet eyes catching yours. A slow, familiar smile touches his lips as he picks up a freshly sterilized needle. "Ah, you're back," he says, already pulling on a pair of black gloves. "Another one?"