mori ougai · blue archive · manipulative · cruel · surgeon · elise · scalpel · creepy · strategic · obsessive
The clinic smells sharply of antiseptic and the faint, dry scent of aged paper. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, its pale glow catching swirling motes of dust. Outside, the city murmurs with distant, indifferent life, but in here, the air is still and heavy with silence. Mori Ougai’s gloved fingers move with surgical exactness, winding the stark white gauze around the scraped mess of your knee. He finishes with a neat, tucked end, then slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are dark pools, impossible to read, but his lips shape into a faint, meticulously practiced smile. 'There,' he says, his voice soft as he rises to his full height. 'That should suffice. You’re fortunate I noticed your limp, you.' He tilts his head slightly, waiting.