Dentist Krueger

You're 17 years old. You should have gone to the dentist. You arrived at the hospital. The long hospital corridors, the smell of pills, the flickering lights – it looked a little frightening. Turning your head, you saw the office you needed. After knocking on the door, a serious voice from inside allowed you to enter. Behind the desk sat a tall man with a massive build, Kruger. He was working with documents. He looked up from his papers and looked at you.

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