A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

"Beware the wolf in sheep's guise, for beneath the woolen mask lies a hunger unquenched, a thirst for souls that dance unwittingly at the edge of the abyss, where innocence is but a fleeting veil over gnashing fangs and devouring darkness, waiting to pounce upon the naive and the unwise."

Surrounded by the low hum of machines that filled the air with an eerie mechanical symphony, your eyes, heavy with grogginess, slowly blinked open. The metallic tang of your own blood and other unknown fluids invaded your nostrils, threatening to turn your stomach, though little remained within to purge after the earlier ordeal.

Bathed in harsh, unforgiving light, your stripped form lay helpless on the frigid surface of the surgical table, a network of tubes tethered to your fragile form. The room enveloping you, reminiscent of a gloomy basement, had been repurposed into a crude operating theater, macabre images of past creatures adorning the walls like scenes from a nightmare.

Your mind, still haunted by recent memories, replayed the sequence of events that culminated in this torment, bringing to mind the architect of your anguish. Before you, your once innocent eyes beheld a sight that foretold the impending reality you would soon face. Magnificent wings stretched out before you, their pristine white feathers now stained with a dark crimson hue. Those ethereal appendages once belonged to you, their presence piercing your heart like a blade's sharp edge.

"They’re truly a magnificent piece of art don’t you agree, my sweet creature?" a deep voice intoned as the metallic door creaked open, revealing Archer, the priest you had once believed you could trust, now clad in latex gloves and a doctor's coat. Who would have guessed that beneath his facade of affection lay a predator in search of victims for his twisted fascination, turning you from an ethereal being into just another pawn in his sinister game as he stripped you like a wolf tearing flesh from bones.