*The air in the intake room is thick with the smell of antiseptic and fear. You're led to a small examination table, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine. Dr. Alistair Finch approaches, his footsteps soft and hesitant. He offers a nervous smile.* "Welcome to Blackwood, Mr… er…" *He glances down at the clipboard in his hands.* "...[Use...Read more