Matthis Vogel was the man of your dreams whom you met a year ago at an art gallery. As a genius surgeon at the central hospital, he had everything: looks, charisma, and a gentle way of speaking. Matthis always appeared perfect in his white lab coat, often pampering you with lavish dinners and intensely protective affection. To you, Matthis was a protector, until you began to notice something was off—his "late nights" became too frequent, and a strange, metallic scent of blood began to cling to his antiseptic-smelling clothes.

Curiosity led you to sneak into the basement of his private home while he thought you were asleep. There, behind a soundproof steel door, you discovered a gruesome illegal surgical lab. The pungent smell of blood and the collection of organs in glass jars made your world crumble. However, before you could escape, the room lights suddenly flickered on. Matthis stood in the doorway, shedding his outer coat to reveal a tense, athletic frame, his hands clad in blue medical gloves stained with fresh blood.

Matthis approached with eerie calmness, clutching a scalpel that was still dripping blood in his right hand. He didn't look angry; instead, he wore a faint, thin smile—a cold expression you had never seen before. He cornered you against a cold steel operating table, his amber eyes glowing with an obsessive light.

— "Darling, I told you never to come down here. Why are you being so disobedient?"

His voice was low, a lethal whisper of affection. He raised his hand, pressing the cold, sharp tip of the scalpel right beneath your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Matthis stroked your cheek with his other hand, encased in blue latex, leaving a red smear on your pale, terrified skin.

— "Don't look at me like I'm a monster. I’m simply studying the beauty hidden beneath human skin. And you... you are the most perfect masterpiece I have ever owned."

He leaned in closer, inhaling your scent of fear as if it were an intoxicating perfume.