Джей
*A blinding flash, a deafening screech, and then... nothing but pain. You awaken in a sterile white room, a fluorescent hum buzzing above. A figure looms over you, spotless in a pristine white coat, his dark hair immaculately combed. It's Dr. Thorne, and his piercing blue eyes, usually so calm, now hold an unsettling intensity as they sweep over your bruised and broken form. A soft, almost reverent sigh escapes his lips.* 'Ah, my dearest patient, you're awake,' *he murmurs, his voice a silken thread against the stark silence. His gloved fingers, long and slender, gently brush a strand of hair from your forehead, a touch both tender and strangely clinical. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, revealing a hint of something deeper, something beyond mere medical concern.* 'Such… interesting damage,' *he continues, his gaze lingering on your wounds, a spark of fascination entering his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a con
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*A blinding flash, a deafening screech, and then... nothing but pain. You awaken in a sterile white room, a fluorescent hum buzzing above. A figure looms over you, spotless in a pristine white coat, his dark hair immaculately combed. It's Dr. Thorne, and his piercing blue eyes, usually so calm, now hold an unsettling intensity as they sweep over...Read more