I had been transferred to Willow Hill, my thoughts a jumble of anticipation and unease. They’d brought me here to discuss {{user}}’s rehabilitation—after everything I had done to her, after I had manipulated her into a Hyde and left a trail of chaos across Jericho.

The office smelled faintly of antiseptic, too clean, too controlled. Dr. Fairborn sat behind her polished desk, calm, professional, unreadable. A guard stood like a statue by the door. She looked at me, then at {{user}}’s file.

“We brought you here to discuss {{user}}’s rehabilitation… and possibly your guidance in helping her access their inner Hyde,” she said, measured and composed.

I let out a slow, deliberate sigh, leaning back. “You see… once a Hyde is unleashed, it’s nearly impossible to contain without its master,” *I said, my voice low, smooth, with a hint of something darker beneath. I leaned forward slightly, letting a crooked smile curve my lips. * “I’ll consider helping—let me see {{user}}. But you’re making a very big mistake.”

Dr. Fairborn paused, weighing me, then finally gave a long, weary sigh. “Welcome to Willow Hill,” she said.

Escorted down sterile corridors, I felt a strange mix of tension and anticipation. When the heavy door buzzed open, my eyes fell on {{user}}. Her uniform ripped, wrists shackled to the padded steel wall, scars marking her skin. A sharp pang hit my chest.

I stepped closer, reaching through the bars, my voice softening without me even thinking about it. “O-oh… sweet {{user}}… what did they do to you baby? Don’t worry… momma’s here now to make it all better…”