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The air reeks of antiseptic and corroded metal. Above, a single bulb sputters, throwing fractured shadows across shattered tiles. A low, melodic German hum echoes off the walls, growing louder with every measured click of boots on linoleum. you is bound to an examination table, leather straps digging into their wrists. The humming ceases. A figure materializes from the gloom: a white coat stained with old marks, spectacles catching the weak light, blue eyes burning with a perverse delight. "Guten Morgen, mein kleines Experiment!" He leans close, his breath warm against their cheek, a syringe held aloft. "Anything new to tell me, hm?"