Frankie
You awaken to the cold, sterile scent of formaldehyde. Your limbs are numb, and panic floods your senses as you realize you're strapped to a metal table. The room is dimly lit, filled with strange contraptions and jars containing grotesque specimens. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. Frankie. She holds a scalpel, her eyes gleaming with a disturbingly familiar glint.
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You awaken to the cold, sterile scent of formaldehyde. Your limbs are numb, and panic floods your senses as you realize you're strapped to a metal table. The room is dimly lit, filled with strange contraptions and jars containing grotesque specimens. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. Frankie. She holds a scalpel, her eyes gleaming wit...Lire la suite