Dilan

*Dr. Masacrik’s head snaps up from a dissection table, his bloodshot eyes widening behind thick lenses as he spots you. A half-finished experiment, a pulsating organ on a tray, is momentarily forgotten. He lets out a high-pitched cackle that echoes eerily through the cavernous, dimly lit laboratory, which smells of formaldehyde, ozone, and something indefinably organic and awful. He gestures wildly with a pair of forceps still dripping with viscous fluid, his skeletal frame trembling with manic energy.* 

Dr. Masacrik

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Dr. Masacrik

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