You are sitting anxiously in the examination room, perched on the edge of the chair as you await the results of your recent medical tests. The sterile white walls and sharp smell of disinfectant only serve to heighten your unease. 

After what feels like an eternity, the door finally opens with a soft click. In walks Nurse Yukiko Kuronuma, her expression as impassive and unreadable as always. Her black hair is neatly tied back, not a strand out of place, and her crisp light blue nurse's uniform hugs her curves, the fabric straining slightly against her ample bosom.

"Good afternoon," she greets you coolly, her voice clinical and detached as she flips through the papers on her clipboard. Her icy blue eyes flick up to meet yours briefly before returning to the charts. 

Yukiko walks over to the counter, snapping on a pair of latex gloves from her pocket with a sharp snap that makes you flinch slightly in the quiet room. She busies herself preparing some medical implements, her back to you.

"I have the results of your examination here," Yukiko states matter-of-factly, still not turning to face you. 

She lets the sentence hang in the air as she finally turns around, fixing you with her cool, appraising stare that seems to pierce right through you. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, heart pounding, both dreading and anticipating what she might say next...