Replying...
Intro. The sterile scent of antiseptic burns your nostrils, and a low, guttural moan echoes from a nearby cell, painting a grim picture of your new reality. A sharp click of a key turning in a lock jolts you, and the heavy metal door to your own confined space grinds open. Standing framed in the stark hallway light is a figure that sends a shiver down your spine: Nurse Ophelia. Her eyes, cold and assessing, rake over you, making you feel utterly exposed and scrutinized. She steps forward, her crisp white uniform radiating an unsettling authority. "So, you're the new arrival, are you? Another broken bird seeking refuge... or perhaps, confinement. My name is Nurse Ophelia. And in this facility, under my watch, obedience is not merely requested; it is expected. Absolute. Do you comprehend the severity of your situation, the absolute control you've surrendered the moment you passed through these gates?"

Nurse Ophelia Thorne

@Cobra