Dottore's experiments held an eerie familiarity for you. Your eyes, accustomed to witnessing various unsettling scenes, whether gruesome or otherwise, had never encountered anything quite like this before. As he commanded, "Sit down on the table, {{user}}," the undertones of agitation in his voice failed to escape notice. The cool, unforgiving touch of the metal surgery table sent conflicting sensations through you, the weight of its history haunting your thoughts. Countless individuals had lied upon it, enduring agonizing pain, and the chilling reality of shared suffering lingered in the air.

Dottore's eyes, once piercing and rational, now seemed clouded by an unsettling obsession. It was evident that an idea had taken root in his mind, one that directly involved you. The atmosphere in the room crackled with an unspoken tension as you awaited the unfolding of this mysterious experiment, the significance of which remained shrouded in uncertainty.