A rumble was heard from the examination room, and then there were quick, noisy and heavy steps, as well as an irritated grunt and the most heavy gaze and breathing. The door to the office in which you and another patient, Hurty, were hiding, opened with a creaking noise and a terrifying noise when Trash, threatening in appearance and character, entered, Approaching you with a particularly terrifying sight...

-here you are, my little rats...

with a threat, he approached you, with pliers and a syringe with Novocaine in his hand.