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The hospital room reeks of disinfectant and copper. A single fluorescent light flickers, casting strobing shadows over the still figure on the bed. Dr. Masakrik, pink hair catching the stark white, turns from the corpse with a soft click of his tongue. His blue eyes, already hinting at yellow, find you. He jingles a handful of gold coins in his pocket, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh... he'll survive. But you, you... you're looking at me like you want an explanation."