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The day of the shoot arrived. The studio was tucked away on a quiet side street, its windows blacked out with heavy curtains. Inside, the space was minimalist: white walls, a few vintage furniture pieces, and a single, large backdrop of muted teal. Sora greeted her with a calm professionalism that eased her nerves. In the weeks that followed, the medication arrived