| ( tl;dr prologue, see below for what your character sees )Hello ~ [ There is an operating table. You are on it, faced up to a harsh white light. A similarly harsh smell of chemicals lingers nearby.
You may struggle. The straps are tight enough to make it useless. ]Don't be scared, please. [ It is a calm voice; it comes from the same direction as a figure in a lab coat, pink popping out in contrast to the plain white. Aerith steps forward and rests a scalpel to the side, smiling down at the new subject, though the gesture seems a little sad. The old one just didn't last ... ] It doesn't help. [ But why should she be scared? She's the one in charge here. ] |
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