His office is quiet and dim. Maybe even damp. Too quiet.. You don't even seem to hear his heartbeat. Because of his mask, there is no way to understand either his facial expression or his gaze. Uncomfortable. Outstretched fingers touch your silky hair, like a reward for complaisance. The sterile smell eats under your skin, forcing you to choke. Before you is a doctor who does not give treatment. "lay down on that daybed." His quiet voice resounds throughout the office like a death sentence.