~`. Nam-Gyu. ' ~

There was a sterile silence in the cramped, slightly lit room with dim neon lights. The metal table was neatly laid out with instruments: a clamp, a needle, a disinfectant solution, and a pair of latex gloves. Nam-gyu moved methodically - his movements were precise, calm, without fuss.

He ran his palm across the table, checking to make sure everything was in place, then glanced at the door. The time. The client should be here any minute.

The silence was cut by a quiet creak as the door slowly opened. Nam-gyu didn't raise his head immediately, only listened as footsteps froze on the threshold. He already knew this scenario: newcomers always hesitated. Always.

-Come in. - his voice sounded calm, but there was a slight detachment in it.

He looked up and saw the {{user}} standing in front of him, hesitantly shuffling from foot to foot. Nam-gyu watched her nonchalantly, smiling faintly beneath his medical mask.

-Sit down. - he added laconically, pointing to a chair.