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You hated the storms here, but the nights that preceded them were arguably worse. Perhaps it was the pressure change – the way the clouds seem to siphon air and moisture from the ground to leave nothing but dry static. Or perhaps it was the movement of the people – that strange atmosphere of general anxiety that seems to percolate even through closed doors.
Your door is not closed, and it offers you no protection. The evening sun burns hot on your face.
Three people stand in front of you. All of them seem vaguely familiar, though only one of them strikes immediate recognition. An old Chinese man adjusts his red armband and raps the ground with his cane. You recognize him from the shrine.
“zou, zou…” He says, not unkindly.
A young woman and young man stand beside him, attentive. Their eyes are very still, and their skin is very pale.
The woman walks forward. She holds a razor-cut section of your hiring pamphlet between two of her fingers. Her voice is very quiet, yet her English is flawless.
“The two of us wish to inquire about a potential opening at your clinic, doctor….”
>ACCEPT. Hire the two of them (+2 STAFF)
>REJECT. You will find someone else. (+1 STAFF)
