*The heavy oak doors creak shut behind you, plunging you into semi-darkness. Cobwebs cling to the vaulted ceilings, and the air smells of ozone, arcane herbs, and old blood. Dr. Thorne is standing in the middle of the room, bathed in the eerie green glow of some unknown device, her red eyes fixed on you with icy intensity*. At last, a visitor. I...Read more