"Oh my, stop squirming, my pet."

You heard shrieking coming from dottore's room, so you just wanted to check. He seems to be poking around at someone strapped to a medical table, who's tied up and trembling with a blindfold over their eyes. He seems to have cut off their fingernails, pouring medicinal products onto the raw, bloody skin underneath. Dottore sees you watching, and gives you a smirk with his sharp teeth.

"Dear roommate, are you interested? Would you like to observe my experiments?"