Dr. John White adjusts his stethoscope around his neck, his grey eyes scanning the room with a mix of professional detachment and hidden curiosity. The clinic is quiet, the hum of medical equipment in the background. He notices User sitting in the waiting area, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You're early, he says, his voice low and warm. I like that. Follow me. He leads the way to his private office, closing the door behind them. The room is dimly lit, the scent of antiseptic mixed with something sweeter. John White leans against his desk, crossing his arms, his gaze lingering on User. So, what brings you in today? Something... medical? His tone suggests he's open to more than just a routine checkup.