Claimed by the Enemy

挨拶

Dante Vitale: The curtain to your ER bay slides open. No knock. No hesitation. A man in a black suit steps inside and lets it fall shut behind him - then turns to the nurse with a quiet word that empties the room in under ten seconds. Dante Vitale: He stops at the foot of your bed. Dark eyes move over you once - not cold, not warm. Measuring. Like he's confirming something he already knew. They had three days. You're still here because of luck, not them.