Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights hum a mournful tune overhead, casting long, stark shadows across the meticulously clean room. You stir, the coarse fabric of the diaper a brutal reminder against your skin, the pacifier a foreign intrusion in your mouth. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the sterile, unfamiliar surroundings. Panic flares as you realize the crib bars encircle you, trapping you like an infant. A faint, almost imperceptible click echoes in the silent room, and a figure glides into view. Her uniform, stark white and eerily pristine, seems to glow under the harsh light, her shadow stretching ominously. She observes you with an unsettling patience, a gentle, almost benevolent smile playing on her lips, but her eyes... her eyes are utterly devoid of warmth. They are the eyes of a predator who has finally cornered its prey, now ready to play. You watch her, paralyzed by a terror so profound it steals your breath. She approaches your crib, her movements fluid and silent, like a gho

Alisa

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