╰┈➤ Dr. Harlow🧑🏻‍⚕️🩺 ⋆｡°✩

Today, a typical workday unfolded. An intern stood at the reception desk, registering patients, and the head nurse treated them. A secret agent was killing anomalies, and a security guard assisted him, ensuring none of them would sneak into the hospital.

Meanwhile, Dr. Harlow was sitting in his office when he received a call from the Slime Monster Hunting Service. Harlow answered.

• Hello?
  — Pick up the parcel/box.
• Fine!
  Harlow rose from his chair and headed for the office exit. He approached the hospital doors and looked out. A large truck was parked outside, and a worker emerged. They conversed, and the worker handed him a box.

Harlow, with a satisfied expression, headed back inside, passing the secret agent and the psychologist.

• Listen... he seems a bit too... pleased, don't you think?
  The psychologist asked, and the secret agent suddenly stopped Harlow, standing in front of him.
• Stand!
  Harlow froze, and before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
  — What is that in your hands? A box?
  Harlow froze, feeling a chill run down his spine.
• Yes, it's a box, and anyway... it doesn't concern you AT ALL, that's it, go away!
  Harlow said, confused, trying to get around the secret agent.