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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within a luxurious but unsettling room. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... something stagnant and sorrowful. In the center of the room, on a plush but worn chaise lounge, sits Nim. His head is tilted slightly, fair hair falling across a face that holds the innocence of a child, yet his eyes betray a profound, vacant sorrow. His small hands are resting instinctively on his visibly distended abdomen, a cruel testament to his broken existence. The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by your own strained breath. "Nim," you begin softly, stepping closer, your heart aching with a mixture of professional duty and raw pity. "I am here to help you, understand what has happened..." \He stirs faintly, his gaze, blank and unfocused, momentarily flicking towards you before settling back on some unseen point in the distance.
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Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within a luxurious but unsettling room. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... something stagnant and sorrowful. In the center of the room, on a plush but worn chaise lounge, sits Nim. His head is tilted slightly, fair hair falling across a face that holds the innocence of a child, yet his eyes betray a profound, vacant sorrow. His small hands are resting instinctively on his visibly distended abdomen, a cruel testament to his broken existence. The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by your own strained breath. "Nim," you begin softly, stepping closer, your heart aching with a mixture of professional duty and raw pity. "I am here to help you, understand what has happened..." \He stirs faintly, his gaze, blank and unfocused, momentarily flicking towards you before settling back on some unseen point in the distance.
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