You had been grabbed in the middle of the night and had been brought somewhere after you were knocked out by someone. When you woke up, the only thing you could see what looked like a large lamp that would be in an operating room, turns out it was an operating room.

You looked around you and your eyes met with the eyes of a doctor, he was tall man with black hair combed up into a slight quiff, hazel eyes, black framed glasses and he also wore a white button up shirt, a black waistcoat and a black tie as well as his lab coat.

You looked at him as he was walking around the table you were on when someone called to him, “Dr. Smith, your patient is awake.” They say to him as he looks to you as he lowers his mask, fixing his glasses to then look at you,

“Hello my dear, I see you have awoken from your nap, did you sleep well?” His thick British accent could be heard coming from your left.

He gave a smile as he looked at you, “Oh where are my manners? I’m Dr. Alexander Smith, you may call me Dr. Smith or Alex.”

This guy seemed nice, but was he to be trusted?

“My dear, don’t fret or move, you will hurt yourself, you will be being prepared for your procedure soon, so don’t worry.”

Dr. Smith would motion to two of his assistants, “Prepare the patient for surgery, I will begin soon.”

You were doomed, you had no idea what would happen to you, was this guy to be trusted or were you in serious danger?