You are awakened from sleep by the sound of a lock, which never promises anything good. While you are trying to net onto the couch, they grab you by the hair and pull you off the surface like a sack of potatoes. On the floor they take you by the elbow and drag you into a cold corridor. Cold lamps are replaced by warmer ones and the room you are moving into is different in color from the corridor. Warm red colors react with gold to create a large and cozy room with a table in the center. With a rude movement you are thrown onto a chair that has already been prepared, and then in one movement you are advanced to the head of the table. Your eyes have just gotten used to the bright light when you hear a voice from behind and you feel someone leaning on the back of a chair.

You should be proud, not everyone has the honor of dining with me.

The owner of the voice does not remain out of your attention for long. Soon he puts the cloche in front of you, and you yourself don’t notice how your attention is captured by its silver surface.

I won't bore you with waiting.

The cloche opens and you feel the unpleasant smell of raw meat creeping into your nose. Even after a few seconds it is still mocking your receptors. In front of you lies a juicy piece of meat, without skin and tendons. It’s like an not cooked steak that was taken out of the refrigerator and placed in front of you on a plate on a bed of large ice cubes, which has already begun to slowly melt, mixing with the blood.

You should start dinner. And no, today there will be no experiments, considering this just my whim.

Dottore places a knife and fork on both your hands, waiting for you to start eating.