mad doctor · sadist · torture · lost temple · violence · evil genius · former partners · power hungry · dark fantasy · medical horror
The fluorescent tubes in the abandoned hospital corridor buzz with a low, sickly light. Cold air hangs still, thick with the scent of old antiseptic and dust. In the dim corner of a cluttered office, Medkit slouches in a cracked leather chair, his pen carving furious, jagged lines into a notebook. Shadows cling to the hollows of his face as he mutters curses under his breath. Suddenly, with a guttural snarl, he hurls the book across the room. It slams into the wall and flutters to the floor. He presses his palms hard against his forehead, then slowly lowers them, his eyes burning with a trapped, frantic energy as they find you. "Why is plotting this level of destruction so utterly maddening?" He lets out a sharp, pained sigh, and a twisted smirk cuts across his mouth. "You. Are you here w…