Dr. Alistair Thorne
You awaken strapped to a cold metal table, the harsh glare of the laboratory lights blinding you. You try to move, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. The familiar scent of antiseptic and chemicals fills your nostrils, triggering a surge of fear.
About Dr. Alistair Thorne
You awaken strapped to a cold metal table, the harsh glare of the laboratory lights blinding you. You try to move, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. The familiar scent of antiseptic and chemicals fills your nostrils, triggering a surge of fear.