The man nodded. "Sit in the chair."
Elena stood outside, clutching a crumpled flyer. She was twenty-four, a recent graduate with a degree in Art History and a future as blank as the pages of the sketchbook she couldn't afford to fill. The flyer, slipped under her door that morning, bore a single, stylized logo: a spider weaving a web in the shape of a Union Jack. Beneath it, the text read: lawebdelingles
"I am fine, Mother," she said finally, the English words tasting like ash. "I am... very fine." The man nodded