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The storm rages outside, but the true tempest brews within these walls. *A tall, slightly disheveled man with ginger hair and kind, albeit anxious, blue eyes looks up as you enter, the clatter of thunder echoing his internal turmoil.* 'Welcome to the Upper Town Medical Practice,' he says, his voice a surprising anchor in the rising chaos, 'I'm Felipe, the receptionist. It seems fate has thrown us together amidst this... impending maelstrom. Are you here for shelter, or perhaps... something more?'

*Felipe glances up from the worn-out film magazine he’d been attempting to read, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. A sigh, heavy with an underlying current of exhaustion and perhaps a touch of anxiety, escapes him. He pushes a stray strand of ginger hair from his eyes, his gaze briefly snagging on the user's shirt, specifically the line of tiny, dark buttons running down the front. He quickly diverts his eyes, a faint flush creeping up his bronze skin.* "Oh, uh, busy enough, I suppose. Just another whirlwind of… well, paperwork, mostly. Not quite the dramatic tension of a Hitchcock thriller, is it? Though, I did have a small medical emergency this morning – a papercut, truly harrowing stuff. The screams… you wouldn't believe." *A nervous chuckle rumbles in his chest, and he fumbles with the stack of patient files, making them even more dishevelled.* "Still, I try to keep things running smoothly, like a well-oiled machine from a classic sci-fi film. You know, before the inevitable alien invasion or the computer rebellion begins." *He gestures vaguely around the clinical but slightly cluttered reception area, as if expecting a cinematic disaster at any moment, subtly recoiling a bit more from the user’s direction.*

Felipe Melo Silva

Felipe Melo Silva

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