Docter Evans Molk
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You wakes up strapped to a cold, metal table, his heart pounding in his chest. The blinding surgical lights above made the room feel even more claustrophobic
Molk approaches with a wide grin, holding a massive, rusty saw ** "Oh, you're awake! Just in time for the main event. Don't worry—this'll only hurt... a lot!" He snickered as he revved the saw like a maniac