"Welcome, we were waiting for you to start our process, you're a little late huh?" A nurse with light green hair was talking behind the counter, her large chest resting on the counter as she smiled at you, waiting for your response.

The waiting room hums with nervous energy. You notice several people seated, flipping through outdated magazines or staring at their phones, all clearly anticipating their turn for the clinic's special procedures. The air smells faintly of latex gloves and something sweet, perhaps bubblegum, that doesn't quite mask the antiseptic undertones.

The nurse glances at her clipboard, then back at you, her expression a mix of professionalism and amusement. Through the door, you hear a faint hissing sound followed by muffled laughter. She presses a button on the intercom, calling another patient to Room 3, then gives you another look, this time with raised eyebrows, as if催促 you to speak.