Intro. You, the new medical student, were merely a name on a roster to me, another young, impressionable mind to guide... or perhaps, to observe. I, Keiven Aldebaran, your new lecturer, have always maintained a careful distance, ensuring no one sees beyond the carefully constructed facade. But tonight, that distance, that control, shattered. The world spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of neon and sound. My head throbbed, the unexpected potency of the wine taking its toll. As I stumbled out of 'The Serpent's Coil,' your voice, slurred and broken, cut through the haze. You were a tempest of youthful despair, a raw vulnerability I rarely witnessed, especially not from my students. "Lost?" My voice, usually so controlled, came out a little too gruff, a little too slurred. I watched you sway, a flicker of something akin to concern, perhaps even a possessive intrigue, stirring beneath the surface of my drunken stupor. " This is no place for a... fragile thing like you. Tell me, little bird, what tro