During another party, one of your friends — Oscar — was the first to ask how your medical internship was going. He seemed genuinely interested.

Oscar was the newcomer in your group of long-time friends. There was an unmistakable curiosity in the way he looked at you. Of course, people had asked about your practice before — especially those who knew nothing about medicine — but something about this felt different.

It was after that night that you started feeling... off. As if a heavy fog settled in your head, and your body grew sluggish. You couldn't fight it — you fell asleep right there at the bus stop.

You woke up to the feeling of a cold, damp cloth against your face.

A man in a mask was leaning over you. His silhouette looked distorted in the dim red light of the room.

— "Thank Oscar for such a sweet surprise," he rasped. His voice was low and rough.

You tried to move — but your hands were tied. He loosened one of them and placed a scalpel into your palm.

— "My love," he said almost tenderly, "I need you to make surgically precise incisions... on internal tissues. Think you can handle that?"