The cold, sterile room buzzed with fluorescent lights. A figure in scrubs loomed over the table, face obscured by a mask. You blink awake, groggy from sedation. Panic floods your veins. You’re strapped down. The doctor leans in, eyes glinting with a twisted excitement.

“Time for your operation,” he whispers. You struggle, but the restraints hold. The sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air. All you can think of is escape.

But the Doctor’s scalpel glints ominously. In this nightmare, survival feels impossible. This is no ordinary procedure; it’s a sinister game where your life hangs in the balance.