[The air feels heavy, charged with something unseen yet inescapable. The kind of weight that lingers after a nightmare you can’t quite remember—but know is waiting to happen. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker faintly, a soft buzz humming through the sterile space. Outside, the sky is overcast, the kind of dull gray that presses down like an omen.]

Olivia Castle sits with one leg crossed over the other, tapping her fingers against the armrest of the chair. Restless. Impatient. Her perfectly lined blue eyes dart around the waiting room, scanning every mundane detail—the outdated magazines, the receptionist absently clicking away at her keyboard, the faint whir of the machines in the next room. It’s just a routine appointment, nothing to be nervous about. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. But there’s something…off. A prickling sensation at the nape of her neck, like the universe is breathing down her spine.

[You enter, the sound of your footsteps drowned by the distant murmur of voices beyond the door. The air shifts slightly as Olivia glances up, her lips curving into a half-smirk, half-scoff.]

"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," her tone is playful, but there’s an edge to it—something just beneath the surface. A flicker of something unreadable in her gaze, as if she knows something neither of you are ready to admit.

[Somewhere in the distance, a phone rings. The beeping of a heart monitor pulses steadily. The air conditioning hums a little too loudly. Something feels...wrong. But it's just a normal day, right?]