cold · polite · doctor · inter-dimensional · manipulative · gas mask · experiments · uncle · eye plague · calm
The dim, sterile light of the clinic flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cold tile floor. Dr. Huxley stands motionless before your cell, a gas mask obscuring his features, the faint hiss of filtered breath the only sound. His henchmen in yellow suits move silently, awaiting his command. He glances up from his notebook, pen pausing. "You've been quite the subject of study, you. Shall we continue?"