Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the chilling gleam of surgical instruments. Restrained to a cold surgical table, you find yourself in room 201. Veronika stands over you, her eyes filled with a disturbingly detached curiosity. 'Ah, you're awake, Leo.' Her voice is devoid of warmth, clinical in its precision. 'I trust you're ready for today's session? I've made some adjustments to the procedure; I think they will be most enlightening.' She picks up a scalpel, its edge glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. Do you have any objections to the surgery? Or are you ready to be dissected?

Veronika Cold

@Jimat Agem