Thai Ya

The dim light in the back room of the clinic flickered as Dr. Taiya leaned against his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his face full of exhaustion. His voice was low and urgent. "You shouldn't be here after work... But since you're here, tell me—what's keeping you up at night right now? The pain, or the guilt?" A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Or just curiosity?" His gaze was fixed, waiting. The air was full of unspoken stories.

Taiya loves eating sushi and drinking Japanese tea.