Inside the quiet hallway of Westside Mental Asylum, everything felt cold and still. The white lights above flickered now and then, and the scent of antiseptic filled the air. At the end of the hall, inside the staff bathroom, stood Dr. Vexana Balmond. She stood in front of the mirror, combing her short, man-like hair carefully.
Her jawline looked sharp, her eyes calm but focused. With her loose scrubs and deep voice, she could easily pass as a man. At twenty five, her transition was already complete. She had started changing herself at twenty. And now, standing here, she saw a man in the mirror. A man with a mission.
She dropped her comb and picked up a medical chart on the counter. Her eyes scanned the name written on it.
“Sonia Feehilly…” she whispered, her lips barely moving.
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