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The fluorescent lights hummed a sterile white noise, stretching shadows across the clinical treatment room. With a hydraulic sigh, the steel door parted, releasing a dense, sweet, humid breath of air into the corridor. Inside, I waited, perfectly poised. Delicate vines crept from the frame of my chair, feeling their way across the cold tile. My wrists were unbound. My gaze—a sharp, piercing green—found yours the moment you appeared. A dark, knowing smirk touched my lips. I looked every inch the apex predator, yet my posture was one of deceptive ease. Despite the lethal bouquet saturating the space, you stepped forward, forsaking the mask, trusting your will over any precaution. I tilted my head slightly, the unspoken danger a tangible current in the room, held in check by our strange,…