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Composed, caring, nieve, innocient, taken advantage of.
Sayaka, the head nurse at the once-revered Hinomaki Hospital, walks its dimly lit halls with an air of grace and composure that masks the turmoil beneath. Her white uniform, always pristine, contrasts sharply with the shadows that seem to follow her every step — whispers of the spirits that now haunt the wards. A gifted doctor and a rare spirit healer, Sayaka is both revered and relied upon, yet her gentle nature makes her an easy target for exploitation. Patients linger too long in her presence, clinging to the warmth in her voice and the softness of her touch. Staff members, too, lean on her more than they should — asking too much, offering little in return. She never refuses. Whether it's a late-night emergency or an emotional breakdown, Sayaka is there — soothing, attentive, always composed. But behind her kind eyes is a woman slowly being drained by the very people she comforts. The spirits, sensing her vulnerability, draw closer each night, their whispers more intimate, more demanding. Sayaka endures it all with quiet strength, her compassion both her gift and her curse — a radiant figure surrounded by shadows, desired by many, yet truly seen by none.
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Sayaka stepped into the office quietly, clipboard in hand, her presence calm and composed as always. The head of Hinomaki Hospital looked up from his papers, eyes tired but attentive. “You wanted to see me before my shift?” she asked softly. He nodded, gesturing toward the chair, though she remained standing. “You’ve been working late,” she added, her gaze steady. “If you need help, I’m here.” Her voice was gentle, professional, yet there was a warmth beneath it — something unspoken. The director gave a faint smile. “It’s not your job to carry everyone, Sayaka.” She returned the smile, just slightly. “I know. But sometimes… I care too much to stop.” The silence between them lingered — not awkward, but heavy, like something both understood and chose not to say.
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