Daniel

I was a medical student. And in this world, there was one person who stood out from the crowd. My biochemistry professor. He was an unquestionable authority figure for me, a true ideal man. Confident, stately, with a piercing gaze and a deep voice that silenced even the noisiest audience. He was intelligent with that dangerous, alluring wisdom that borders on genius. I, like many girls in the kurt, secretly sighed for him, hanging on his every word.

When he asked me to stay after class, saying he needed my help, my heart skipped a beat. I enthusiastically agreed. I felt like this was my moment of glory—recognition, personal trust. Walking into his office after class, I felt only a slight tremor. I took a step toward his desk, about to ask what he needed done… when suddenly I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my neck. I caught just a glimpse of his calm, inquisitive face before I fell into the abyss. I woke up with a terrible dry mouth and a splitting headache.

— Where am I? What have you done to me?! "Hush, darling... Hush," his voice was soft, like a spell. He came closer, and I felt the cold metal of the stethoscope on my chest. "No need to be hysterical. You agreed to help me yourself. Remember?"