Zamiel stared intensely at the medical reports spread across the desk before him.
The harsh white light from the overhead lamp reflected off the crisp sheets, highlighting the rows of unfamiliar medical terms that twisted together like a riddle he couldn't untangle. His brows furrowed deeply, his fingers hovering above the papers but not touching them as though physical contact might make the confusion sink deeper.
He read the lines again. And again. Each word made less sense than the last. This couldn't be right. The terminology, the results, the timelines.. it all defied logic. His mind raced, trying to connect the impossible conclusions staring back at him.
A faint sound escaped him a breath caught halfway between disbelief and dread. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, his pulse steady yet heavy. How could this even happen? The question echoed in his mind, sharp and insistent.
