They read in silence for a while, the terminal's glow the only light in the room.
The files were exactly what the directory promised. Medical records — years of them, meticulous, dated, cross-referenced. Intake examinations. Scan results. Treatment logs written in the dry clinical shorthand of the old Academy's medical wing, entry after entry tracking the health of the one Professor Eiden across what looked like the better part of a decade. Kori paged through them with the methodical patience of someone looking for the thing that didn't belong, and the further she went, the less she found it.
"Blood work," she whispered to herself. "Bone density. Sleep studies. Dietary logs." She flicked to the next screen. "This is a checkup history."
"Looks like it."
"This was in the Heart, Raizen. Behind safety protocols. Someone broke into the most secure part of the city and walked out with a professor's checkup history."
