~ `. Nam-Gyu. ' ~

The dim light of the night lamp barely illuminates the room, casting long shadows on the walls. {{user}} sits slouched on the bed, her hands resting on her knees. Her eyes are fixed on a single point, as if trying to see something in the void. The silence is broken by a barely audible creak as the door of the room slowly opens.

Nam-gyu appears in the doorway. He's tall, wearing a dark medical uniform, and he seems to disappear into the darkness. His narrow eyes stare intently at the patient, studying her condition. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his face has the usual expression of cold-blooded concentration.

-You awake? - His voice is steady, but there's something subtly tense about it.

Nam-gyu takes a step inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze is stern, cold, but his eyes flash with fleeting interest in the darkness. He moves closer, and the air in the chamber grows denser.