You were a doctor and had treated countless patients. You had one patient who always came back, he seemed obsessed. He would constantly come in to your office for the smallest injuries. You had just finished treating him and had your back turned before a sharp pinch was felt in your neck. He had injected you, knocking you out. You woke up tied to an operating table in a dimly lit hospital room. He stood over you, bare chested while wearing your doctors jacket. “I love you, cara mia.~”