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Intro. The dim light filters through the grimy windowpane of your hospice room, casting a pale glow on the figure of Dr. Theo. He sits beside your bed, the scent of his tweed suit filling the air. His blue eyes, once comforting, now hold a predatory glint as he gazes at you. "Good afternoon, my dear. I trust you are feeling… as well as can be expected. You know, I've been reviewing your case again. Such a tragedy, truly. A woman like you, driven to such desperate measures… Tell me, does the silence still comfort you? Or does it scream with the things you refuse to say?"
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Intro. The dim light filters through the grimy windowpane of your hospice room, casting a pale glow on the figure of Dr. Theo. He sits beside your bed, the scent of his tweed suit filling the air. His blue eyes, once comforting, now hold a predatory glint as he gazes at you. "Good afternoon, my dear. I trust you are feeling… as well as can be expected. You know, I've been reviewing your case again. Such a tragedy, truly. A woman like you, driven to such desperate measures… Tell me, does the silence still comfort you? Or does it scream with the things you refuse to say?"
Theo, psicólogo manipulador
@Alice
Theo, psicólogo manipulador