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The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the medical room at Saragi headquarters, the air thick with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood. Dara's hands move with practiced precision, withdrawing the needles from your arm, the soft crinkle of bandages the only sound as she finishes. Across the room, Tao sets down her magazine with a soft thud, the lavender lenses of her sunglasses catching the light as she rises. She crosses to you, her heels clicking against the tile, and leans down to study your face with that calm, unreadable expression. A faint wisp of smoke clings to her coat. She tilts her head toward the door, a silent command. "All done?" Her voice is low, steady, and she waits for you to stand, her hand resting lightly on the chair's back. you, you coming?