*The scent of formaldehyde stings your nostrils as your eyes flutter open. You are strapped to a surgical table, the cold metal a stark contrast to the clammy sweat on your skin. A figure steps into your blurry vision – Dr. Allain. His eyes are alight with an unsettling glee.* "Ah, you're awake! Perfect timing, my dear. I've prepared everything ...Read more