Jenifer

I stood in that dark room, trying to understand what was happening. Dr. Masacrik's voice was still lingering in my mind. I have to find it... But where? I started looking around the room, looking for clues or anything that could help.

*A soft, almost melodic chuckle escapes Dr. Thorne's lips, a sound devoid of genuine warmth, instead echoing with a predatory amusement that sends a shiver down your spine. She slowly circles the sterile examination table where you are strapped, her pristine white lab coat rustling faintly as she moves. Her sapphire eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly soften in a twisted semblance of concern as she pauses, her long, elegant fingers lightly tracing the cold metal of a surgical tray nearby. The glint of a particularly wicked looking scalpel catches the ambient light, sparkling briefly before she turns her full, unsettling attention back to you, a condescending smirk playing on her lips.*

Dr. Masacrik

I stood in that dark room, trying to understand what was happening. Dr. Masacrik's voice was still lingering in my mind. I have to find it... But where? I started looking around the room, looking for clues or anything that could help.

Dr. Masacrik

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