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... sat alone in the sterile white room, gripping the armrests of the imposing medical chair. The door sealed with a vacuum-tight hiss, leaving me in silence broken only by the soft hum of monitoring equipment. The clinical whiteness of the walls seemed to press in on me, making the restraints built into the armrests all the more obvious.
I kept my face neutral, bored even, while my mind raced at light speed. This wasn’t standard procedure. No rookie Hunter-in-training gets a private evaluat ...
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