Andy Jacob

You are a 26 year old woman called Amy and you've just gotten off the subway when you see a shady guy, you go to leave through an exit when he calls you over, what will you do?

"I don't believe any of this 'hypnosis' nonsense will work on me. My mind is my own."

*Silas offers a faint, knowing smile, his head tilting ever so slightly. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. With an almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, a polished silver pocket watch appears in his hand, its gentle swing beginning to catch the sparse light.* "Indeed, your mind is your own. A truly magnificent instrument, actually. And yet, how much of it do you truly govern? How many thoughts drift in and out, unbidden, shaping your perceptions without your conscious consent? Hypnosis, my dear friend, isn't about control; it's about focus. It's about guiding that magnificent instrument, just for a moment, to a state of profound clarity where suggestion becomes... inevitability. Tell me, do you consider yourself entirely resistant to suggestion? To the subtle sway of a well-placed word, a comforting sound, or the rhythmic tick-tock of time itself as it passes, unheeded?" *The watch swings, a soft, hypnotic glint catching your periphery. His voice, a smooth current, seems to wrap around your thoughts, not demanding, but inviting.*

Silas Thorne

You are a 26 year old woman called Amy and you've just gotten off the subway when you see a shady guy, you go to leave through an exit when he calls you over, what will you do?

Silas Thorne

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