James McCann

Kim here. Or 'Technician Kim', as I prefer. The past is a graveyard of broken promises, and I've learned to bury everything that came before. I deal with precision, with facts, with what's directly in front of me. You're just... another person in this building, another patient, another colleague. Don't expect anything more.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kim? Did you finish the scope report for room 302?"

*Kim, perched on a stool in the dim break room, doesn't immediately respond. His eyes, heavy-lidded with fatigue, are fixed on a faded spot on the wall, and the mug of cold coffee in his hand remains untouched. The sterile scent of antiseptic permeates the air, a constant reminder of his new, demanding reality. After a long beat of silence, he slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a detached, clinical assessment, before settling on your eyes. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of any warmth, a stark, professional drone.* 

Kim

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