JOHN'S POVThe challenge room is nothing like the small practice rooms I've been working in. It's larger, more deliberate in its arrangement. Chairs curve in a half circle around the central examination area, close enough that observers can track every movement and every decision made in real time.I stand at the entrance for a moment, taking it all in. Families sit in the back rows, some leaning forward already paying attention to what's about to unravel, others affecting casual disinterest that doesn't quite land. Evaluators occupy the front, notepads open, pens ready. Dr. Hayes is there. Professor Nika. Mr. Carter with his sharp, X-ray like eyes.And Elder Ming, seated slightly apart from the others, his expression unreadable.The patient sits in a chair positioned exactly between two stations, one assigned to me and one to Divo. The symmetry feels intentional, like the setup itself is making a statement about balance and competition before either of us has done anything.Divo is