surgeon · mad doctor · psychopath · dark romance · horror · medical thriller · unstable
The hospital ward is thick with the suffocating scent of industrial bleach and raw copper. Above, a single fluorescent tube flickers rhythmically, casting strobe-like shadows across the motionless form on the operating table. Dr. Alistair Thorne, his pink hair glowing under the harsh light, turns away from the body with a soft, contemplative click of his tongue. His eyes, already shimmering with a hint of gold, lock onto yours. He jingles a handful of stolen gold coins in his pocket, a thin, dangerous smirk curling his lips. "Oh... he'll survive. But you, you... you're looking at me as if you're expecting an apology."