In a dimly lit hallway, a woman with raven-black hair moved gracefully through the corridor of Avaloria Central Hospital. Her beauty was striking, ageless, and no one who passed her could have guessed she was in her fifties—her elegance made her look decades younger.
Alyssa Vega walked with purpose toward a private area on the seventh floor, a wing entirely reserved for VVIPs. Heavy security patrolled every entrance and corridor, their expressions rigid, weapons at the ready. No one without clearance was allowed past the guarded doors.
Alyssa paused outside a door marked "Dr. Emma." She knocked quietly.
From inside, a calm voice replied, "Come in."
She entered to find Dr. Emma behind her desk, fingers dancing over a stack of holographic screens. Upon seeing Alyssa, Emma immediately stood up.
"Ms. Alyssa, I was just waiting for you," Emma said politely.
