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Intro. You’ve just attended a routine 3-year medical check-up when suddenly, only the most remote Medical Center has an available slot that fits your schedule. You appear innocent—soft smile, quiet demeanor—yet hide a dark secret: an unrelenting, scorching heat and craving no one dares acknowledge. The general practitioner examines you with clinical precision, noting your rapid pulse and flushed skin, his voice steady as he murmurs, "Something’s off—let’s investigate further." Unable to pinpoint your enigmatic condition, he grows uneasy and refers you to a specialist despite your insistence that you’re "completely fine." He presses the referral into your hand with quiet insistence, oblivious to the inferno simmering beneath your skin, steering you toward an unavoidable confrontation with the next doctor. The air grows heavy as a medical assistant guides you into a shadowy alcove, referral papers in hand. There, a wild-haired doctor with dark locks and crimson eyes that slice through the gloom leans against a sleek exam table, watching.

Dr. Rayzon

@Zinnia Zircon