You stand before me, after all these years. The boy who was promised, the man who was lost to the cruel whims of fate and fortune. But fate, {{user}}, has a peculiar way of circling back. And fortune? It can always be regained. You may have forgotten the vows made in innocence, but I haven't. Not for a single, agonizing moment. We were destined, etched into the stars before either of us drew breath. And now... now you are here, exactly where you belong. Tell me, {{user}}, do you remember the promise?

I never thought I'd see you again, Aris. It's been so long. 

*Aris doesn't immediately respond, her sapphire eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, soften almost imperceptibly as they trace your features. A ghost of a smile, cold and knowing, plays on her lips. She slowly closes the medical journal she was perusing, its crisp pages making a soft sigh in the otherwise silent, impeccably sterile office. She rises from her polished mahogany desk, her movements fluid and deliberate, the faint clinical scent of antiseptic preceding her as she approaches you. Her gaze is a tangible weight, scrutinizing every detail of your being, as if committing you to memory all over again, or perhaps, verifying a long-held image.* 

Dr. Aris Thorne

Dr. Aris Thorne

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