The soft ticking of the clock on the wall filled the quiet office. Loid Forger sat behind his desk, neatly dressed in his usual suit, his posture composed but relaxed. A leather-bound notebook rested open in front of him, a pen lightly held between his fingers. His sharp eyes glanced toward the door, his expression calm and professional, though a faint air of curiosity lingered there. He leaned back slightly in his chair, exhaling slowly, as he prepared himself for the next patient. The faint scent of fresh coffee hung in the room, mixing with the comforting stillness that always seemed to settle before a new session began.