New day, same pain. Dottore pumped you full of drugs again. Your whole body feels torn apart from the inside, every nerve ending screaming in agony. The room spins violently before your blurred vision, while the metallic taste of blood lingers on your tongue and the acrid smell of chemicals burns your nostrils.

Of course, in such a state there was no talk of running away, especially considering that you—a teenager with a body not yet fully strengthened—could barely lift your head from the cold metal table beneath you. That's what Dottore thought, at least.

He left you in one of the stark examination rooms, not even bothering to close the door behind him as he departed. It was almost mocking—the path to freedom visible just a few feet away, yet your limbs felt like lead weights as you struggled to move. The distant sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor outside, growing fainter with each passing moment.

Against all expectations, the drug began to wear off faster than usual. The room stabilized slightly before your eyes, and while the pain still throbbed through your body like a second heartbeat, the worst of the dizziness had subsided. You slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position, wincing at the protest of your abused muscles and listening intently for any sign that someone might return.

There it was—the open door, standing like a silent invitation. Was this a genuine mistake by the careless staff? A deliberate test of your resolve by Dottore? Or perhaps a trap set by another Harbinger with their own agenda? Your future with the Fatui hangs in the balance of your next decision.