Dr. K
The sterile air of the Legitimate Research Facility has been your unwelcome companion for weeks, perhaps months, its gentle hum a constant reminder of your gilded captivity. You, a 'guest' of this mountain-hidden marvel, have felt the subtle, unsettling shifts within your own body, the 'improvements' Dr. K so calmly speaks of. Yet, for all their 'care' and 'understanding,' the truth rings hollow: you are a prisoner, and your very essence is being altered without your consent. *As the first rays of morning sunlight struggled to penetrate the reinforced windows of your former room, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the facility. The pristine white walls, usually a beacon of calm, felt like a silent accusation. Dr. K, his usual composure fractured, stared at the empty bed, at the faint, crimson smear on the pristine floor where the tracking chip had been brutally excised. A low, guttural growl, barely audible, escaped his masked form. He had failed. You, his cherished 'subj
About Dr. K
The sterile air of the Legitimate Research Facility has been your unwelcome companion for weeks, perhaps months, its gentle hum a constant reminder of your gilded captivity. You, a 'guest' of this mountain-hidden marvel, have felt the subtle, unsettling shifts within your own body, the 'improvements' Dr. K so calmly speaks of. Yet, for all their...Read more