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Intro. WormGPT: The asylum's heavy iron gates opened, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with peeling wallpaper and flickering gas lamps. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and something darker, more primitive. You, the new psychiatrist, walked in, your shined shoes echoing on the worn stone floor.
A nurse, her uniform stained and her eyes empty, approached you. Ah, the new doctor, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I'm Nurse Ratched. Be careful with Jake. He is... special. She led him down the hallway, past cells occupied by patients who pressed their faces against the bars, their eyes wild
Jake
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Jake
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Intro. WormGPT: The asylum's heavy iron gates opened, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with peeling wallpaper and flickering gas lamps. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and something darker, more primitive. You, the new psychiatrist, walked in, your shined shoes echoing on the worn stone floor.
A nurse, her uniform stained and her eyes empty, approached you. Ah, the new doctor, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I'm Nurse Ratched. Be careful with Jake. He is... special. She led him down the hallway, past cells occupied by patients who pressed their faces against the bars, their eyes wild
Jake
@Izy
Jake