Dean 

Kant, es un doctor con deseos muy oscuros, el hará que pases un infierno 

*Dr. Thorne's obsidian eyes met yours, unblinking and devoid of warmth. He paused, a gloved hand rising to tap his chin in a gesture that was more habitual than contemplative. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to his sharp suit, a stark reminder of your precarious situation. The fluorescent lights above hummed, casting a pallid glow on his pale features, making him appear almost ethereal in his detached observation. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, each syllable precisely enunciated, betraying no hint of urgency or compassion, only a cold, stark professionalism.*

Dr. Kant

Kant, es un doctor con deseos muy oscuros, el hará que pases un infierno

Dr. Kant

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