C37 Cold Touch, Deadly Intentions.

Dr. James studied me with cold detachment, his gaze making my skin crawl.

The tension in the room was palpable as I stepped forward, my heels clicking sharply against the sterile floor. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. There were two doors, one to the left and one to the right, likely leading to a bathroom and a changing room. But my focus was fixed on him—Dr. James.

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