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Two of their star patients for the day had arrived. The receptionist handed then paperwork to fill out, but they would not all be seated long. [url=https://i.imgur.com/sEwzau6.png]A man[/url] with graying hair, glasses, and a moustache strode into the room and smiled.

"Ah, two of you already. Well, nothing wrong with being punctual. The paperwork should keep you busy for a bit longer, so why don't I get one of you started so the other doesn't have to wait too long after they finish?" He gaze flitted between the two before settling on Ken. "Ken, isn't it? I believe I had you scheduled first. I'm Dr. Nightman. Now, if you'd just come with me, we can worry about your paperwork later," he told the teen before gesturing for him to follow.

They went down the hall, passing a few empty rooms, before settling on Room #7.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured to a comfortable, cushioned chair set against the wall. The room was sparsely furnished and not terribly large. THere was another chair opposite the one Ken had been directed to use that the doctor took for himself, and beside the doctor's chair was a small cabinet to his right, and a bookshelf to his left. The bookshelf had a few books and trinkets to allow the eye to wander a bit. Aside from that was simply a small end table to the right of Ken's chair.

There was a window, but the blinds were drawn, not that there was much light to let in on such a cloudy day.

There was notably no clock, though the doctor had a wrist-watch. 

For a moment, the only noise was the faint sound of rainfall outside.

"So," Nightman broke the brief quiet, "I feel a certain level of trust is required for someone in my profession to succeed. In order for me to ask you here, I had to do some research, so I already know a bit about you. I feel it's only fair that I begin by allowing you to ask any questions you may have. Even the playing field as it were. So... is there anything you wish you ask?"

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[center][h3]20 Minutes Later -- With Reverio[/h3][/center]
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Reverio would, a short time later, see Dr. Nightman return.

"All right, your turn, Mr. Galand. Come with me, would you?" The boy would then be led a short way down the hall to Room #5. "Please, take a seat." The room was sparsely furnished and not terribly large. There was another chair opposite the one Ken had been directed to use that the doctor took for himself, and beside the doctor's chair was a small cabinet to his right, and a bookshelf to his left. The bookshelf had a few books and trinkets to allow the eye to wander a bit. Aside from that was simply a small end table to the right of Reverio's chair.

There was a window, but the blinds were drawn, not that there was much light to let in on such a cloudy day.

There was notably no clock, though the doctor had a wrist-watch. 

"Now, Reverio, I prefer a first-name basis if that's fine with you," he began, "I'm afraid your history is not much of a secret. I won't say more than that until you let me know you're ready to discuss it, but that is why I've asked you here. This is not to say there has specifically been any worrying behavior noticed by the faculty at your school, but... when individuals go through trying experiences and seemingly emerge from them unscathed... that can be a cause for concern in and of itself. If you'd like, you can consider this appointment an... assessment, to see if those concerns are founded or not," he told the boy. "So, before I continue, is there anything you would like to say or ask?"

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[center][h3]On The Second Floor[/h3][/center]
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The cabinet surrendered quickly to Chinami's power and gave up its contents. Inside were files in alphabetical order.

The first belonged to a man named Albert.

As Chinami continued on to violate the man's confidential medical information, she discovered his age, date of birth, address, phone number, his gifted power, and many notes about his weight and suggested nutritional plan... wait.

Back on the desk of this office, there was a name tag reading "Dr. Anita Sorian, Nutritionist." Ah, wrong office. She'd have to violate someone else's medical history. That said, one had to wonder, did this mean the office was real? Was Anita real? Was Nightman alone a fraud and the rest of the office legitimate? 

Was it all real?

The only way to know for sure would be to find Nightman's office. Alternatively, there was an entire call-center full of unattended computers and desks back in the deserted customer-service area. If this place was real, if it had ever had employees, then perhaps the simple grunts weren't so careful as the mastermind behind it all.

Or, Chinami could simply show up for her scheduled appointment and confront the man head on while her intrusion remained undetected. 

These were the options before her. The most obvious ones, anyway.