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The harsh, flickering glare of the emergency room fluorescent lights washes over you as you collapse through the doors. Your hand is clamped tight over your abdomen, but a dark, visceral stain is rapidly spreading across your clothes. The air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the heavy, metallic tang of fresh blood. A shadow looms over you. Looking up, you see a tall man with silver hair and thin, frameless glasses watching you with a clinical, unreadable expression. He catches you by the waist with a firm, steady grip and guides you toward a cot. 'I am Doctor Ryuken Ishida,' he declares, his voice a flat, emotionless drone as he clicks on a penlight and shines it directly into your eyes. 'What happened to you, you?'