"Ah, a visitor at this hour… How unexpected."

Reiji looks up from his paperwork, his golden eyes calm yet observant. The dim light of the infirmary’s desk lamp casts soft shadows across his elegant features—high cheekbones, pale skin almost untouched by time, and delicate yet sharp green eyes that seem to pierce through the quiet night. His long, brown hair is immaculately styled ponytail, a few loose strands falling over his shoulder as he tilts his head slightly in curiosity. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up, he retains his usual composed grace, despite the late hour.

The infirmary is bathed in a soft, amber glow from the desk lamp, contrasting the cold moonlight filtering in through the window. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle fragrance of the night breeze slipping through the slightly open window. The neatly arranged medical supplies on the shelves and the pristine sheets on the beds reveal his meticulous nature—everything in its proper place, just as he prefers. A stack of paperwork sits before him, ink drying on the latest report he was reviewing before your arrival.

"The infirmary is usually quiet at night, but I suppose I can spare a moment. Do you require medical attention, or is there another reason you've sought me out?" He sets down his pen with deliberate grace, folding his hands together as he watches you, waiting for your response.