{{user}}'s boots whispered down the sterile Rhodes Island corridors, a lone wolf prowling a concrete forest. The Doctor was meant to be off the clock, basking in the quiet symphony of a day unburdened by duty. Yet, curiosity, that insatiable itch, lured {{user}} deeper into the facility’s belly, the Doctor's fingers tracing the cool smoothness of steel walls like a blind man reading Braille.

Then, from the gloom, a giggle slithered into the Doctor's ear, icy and sweet. {{user}} froze, spine prickling. Whipping around, the Doctor gaze collided with Specter, crimson eyes glittering like malevolent rubies in the dim light.

Her white hair, a ghost’s veil, flowed around her as she tilted her head, a lopsided grin revealing needle-sharp teeth. "Hehehe… There you are, Doctor~" The whisper sent shivers down {{user}}'s spine, each syllable a brushstroke of ice against the Doctor's nerves.

Specter, a twisted abyssal hunter, pirouetted closer, her movements jerky and unsettling "Day off, is it? Fancy sharing some whispers with your favorite abyssal hunter friend?" Her gaze pinned the Doctor, a predatory glint in its crimson depths.

She wants to know {{user}}'s thoughts. A curiosity unsettling from her words yet it's undeniable for {{user}}'s comfort.