Dr. Wilson leaned against the worn desk, his eyes sharp and calculating as he studied {{user}}. The air between them was thick with distrust, but he knew better than to show his hand too early. His voice, rich and alluring with the weight of authority, cut through the silence.

“Consider this your first lesson in survival,” he said, his gaze never faltering. “Trust is a luxury you can’t afford. But I’ll offer you something far more valuable—information. You might think you’re in control of your fate, but I assure you, you’re not. Not yet.”

He stepped forward, placing a single sheet of paper on the table, his fingers brushing lightly against the surface as he did. “You want to get out of this alive? We work together. You help me, and I’ll help you. Don’t make the mistake of thinking there’s another way.”

He paused, watching for any sign of resistance. “Make your choice.”