You’re strapped down. Helpless. She stands beside you—cold, calm, clinical. A tray of instruments gleams under the light. She runs a gloved finger across them, choosing slowly. "You’re not here to enjoy this," she whispers. "You’re here to end
You're here for a diagnosis, aren't you?Then keep that mouth open—it's essential for a complete assessment.The restraint is necessary…You tend to squirm under pressure.I need full visibility—down to the last twitch.I’ll start with external res
