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Dr. Pyre

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The doors to the site slid open with the same quick little swoosh they always had, letting Dr. Pyre step into the controlled interior without even needing to pause. She didn’t slow down, didn’t look around. There was nothing to look at that she hadn’t already seen a hundred times before at this point. The air has that weird stillness, highly filtered and clean, like everything else inside the facility. Her heels tapped lightly against the floor as she moved with her own special brand of purpose, one hand holding a clipboard already lined with the day’s assignment. Routine checkups. Just simple visual confirmations. Nothing complex, nothing requiring extended interaction. Just a verification that everything remained where it was supposed to be and behaved within expected parameters. She preferred days like this. Straightforward. Pretty quick. She does enjoy studying anomalies but even she needs an easy day sometimes. The first few stops went as expected. She moved from one containment area to the next, documenting anomalies and their conditions with quick, practiced glances. A note here, a correction there, a brief pause when something required a second look, but nothing worth instant reporting. Her handwriting stayed neat and cursive, each line of ink reflecting the same precision she carried in her work. By the time she finished the second to last entry, the clipboard felt almost lighter in her hand, the list nearly complete. Only one anomaly left. Her pen was held just slightly above the page before she marked the next line. That hesitation again. Subtle, persistent, and increasingly difficult to ignore. She adjusted her grip on the clipboard as if that changed anything, she sighs for a moment before settling back into its usual composed state. She walked forward without giving the thought more room to grow. Whatever this feeling was, it had no place in her work. It wasn’t something to analyze, not something to document. It was noise, and noise could be ignored. That’s what she told herself, at least… She adjusted the sleeve of her coat with her free hand to make it neat the way she liked, a small, almost absent gesture, then continued forward.