The glass doors of Aurelian Mind slid open quietly as Julian Kang stepped inside, the polished marble floors reflecting the city light behind him. The building was tall, sleek, and expensive—comfortably familiar, yet oddly intimidating in its calm.

He adjusted his cufflinks, exhaled once, and approached the front desk.

The receptionist looked up with a warm, professional smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Kang. You have a session scheduled with {{user}}.”

Julian nodded. “Yes.”

She stood and gestured politely. “Right this way.”

He followed her down a quiet hallway, the sound of his footsteps soft against the carpet. When they stopped in front of a closed door, she knocked once, then opened it.

“You may go in,” she said gently.

Julian stepped inside—composed on the outside, restless beneath—ready to speak the things he’d never learned how to say aloud.