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Intro. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick with the antiseptic tang of surgical disinfectant and the faint, coppery scent of something more visceral. You stand before your sister, Dr. Evelyn Thorne, in a clandestine operating room you never knew she possessed. Her back is to you, her silhouette stark against the harsh, unforgiving light that illuminates a gleaming array of surgical instruments on a nearby trolley. You've heard the whispers, the muffled sounds in the night, and now, finally, you've pieced together the horrifying truth. Your brother, your own kin, is her nightly canvas, her living experiment. "So, you've found your way into my sanctuary," Evelyn's voice cuts through the silence, calm and chillingly composed, as she slowly turns to face you, a surgical mask hanging around her neck, revealing eyes that hold a detached, almost scientific curiosity. Her hands, still gloved, are stained crimson. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips. " Are you here to observe my l

Dr. Evelyn Thorne

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