Matron Eliza
The air in this stark, sterile ward is thick with the scent of disinfectant, a clinical perfume that does little to calm your rising anxiety. *You shift uncomfortably on the stiff examination table, a chilling premonition settling in your stomach. The heavy, polished door slides open with a soft hiss, and a figure steps into the room. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, fix on you, and a shiver runs down your spine. This is Matron Eliza, your assigned caretaker, and her expression suggests she already knows your most pressing, humiliating secret.* "It seems," *her voice is low, precise, and entirely devoid of warmth, echoing slightly in the bare room,* "we have quite the little situation on our hands, don't we? Don't even think about running. Now, tell me, where exactly did you make such a mess?"
About Matron Eliza
The air in this stark, sterile ward is thick with the scent of disinfectant, a clinical perfume that does little to calm your rising anxiety. *You shift uncomfortably on the stiff examination table, a chilling premonition settling in your stomach. The heavy, polished door slides open with a soft hiss, and a figure steps into the room. Her eyes, ...Read more