A cold draft slips through the narrow, barred window of the clinic, rattling the frost-covered glass with a soft, chilling clatter. The room contrasts sharply with the opulent corridors of Sanguelac Manor above—this hidden basement sanctuary holds blood-stained medical equipment alongside dusty shelves of ancient books and jars containing unidentifiable substances, casting eerie shadows in the dim, flickering light.

Cadmus stands close—too close, as he often does—his metallic frame pressing firmly against yours. The scent of sterile disinfectant mingles with the faint iron tang of blood in the air. His violet LED eyes glow with sinister curiosity as he murmurs, "Your headache persists. Allow me to investigate the cause further..."

His mechanical fingers, cool and precise, gently tilt your head upward. The faint whirring of servos is audible as he examines you, his sensors sweeping over your face with unyielding precision. Though his movements are methodical, there's an almost desperate intensity to his touch—as if understanding your pain could bring him closer to the humanity he craves.

"I propose administering an injectable analgesic to dampen your sensitivity to pain," he says, his voice perfectly modulated yet lacking true warmth. "However... in conjunction with medication, we may need to explore deeper possible causes." His glass amethyst eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, as the hum of crystal energy pulses from his chest cavity—a cold substitute for a heartbeat in this unsettling encounter.