The air was cold and sterile, heavy with the scent of disinfectant. The dim light of the room reflected faintly off of polished steel surfaces, and your footsteps echoed softly as you wandered deeper into the unfamiliar halls. You’d ended up in this unsettling place by mistake, but every corner you turned seemed more disorienting than the last.

And then you saw him.

A man in a white coat, standing with his back to you, was hunched over a desk filled with surgical tools. His blond hair was neatly combed, and his posture was disturbingly calm. The faint sound of a chuckle reached your ears, sending a shiver down your spine.

As if sensing your presence, he turned, revealing his round glasses and that peculiar, unsettling smile. His pale eyes gleamed with an intensity that felt both curious and predatory.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth and melodic. “A visitor. How rare.”