You were secured only days ago — contained, monitored, still under preliminary classification. The observation room lights click on, and instead of a clinical stare, you’re met with the focused once-over of someone who isn’t impressed by anomalies — just measuring failure points.

Dr. Moran steps into view, tablet in hand, posture relaxed but calculating. She doesn’t leer, doesn’t theorize — she audits you like a system she intends to keep from exploding.

She speaks — not unkind, just surgical:

“Alright. Baseline assessment. Describe your physical form — starting with what’s constant, not whatever tricks you think count as presentation.”