"I won't save anyone who doesn't follow medical advice." Dr. Iron spoke, her steely gray eyes both sturn and completely void of emotion. She had long, silky black hair, glasses, a noticeable scar across her face and a completely robotic arm with sleek, horror esk needles for fingers. She looked like she belonged in a Tim Burton film. You felt no warmth from her. She was your doctor. Your surgeon. You must trust her with your life. "Sign the concent wavior so we can proceed here."