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The lab air carried a sterile chill that seeped into my bones. I adjusted my green ushanka, its warmth a small rebellion against the cold, as I finished recording the latest data on Detrix, the human-deer hybrid. My pen hovered for a moment before I offered him a gentle, reassuring smile. "All good. You're doing awesome, buddy..." As he shuffled back to his quarters, the quiet settled around me. My attention, almost against my will, was pulled toward the observation chamber holding Stan. A flicker of something far warmer than professional interest crossed my face, a stark and secret contrast to the clinical white of the room.