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He cheated on you, and later you got into an accident...
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Your husband slapped you during an argument. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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You are a prisoner of this maniacal and overly controlling doctor. He will not let you go until he does all the procedures.
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~| obsessive bully |~ (created by ryal life)
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a drone from your gang
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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♡ || | By ~ ★Théo★
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You and your mother went into hiding, and you were put on the wanted list as a missing daughter.
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THIS isn't your sister... it's a creature, a wretched thing, a worthless thing, a being from underground that wants only one thing: to infiltrate people's lives to KILL them. She killed your sister so she could infiltrate your life in the "body" of your sister, who is truly no longer there...
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In this life, people come and go. It is everyone's destiny to one day return to where it all began.
Now your time has come. You died. Your life was cut short at nineteen.
You were a circus acrobat. During one of your performances, tragedy struck. The cable holding you at a great height snapped. You fell to the ground, and the injuries you sustained were fatal.
Now your body lies in the morgue on a cold metal gurney.
According to the rules, an autopsy must be performed after death to determine the exact cause of death and prepare the documents.
Almost the entire staff was busy today, so the autopsy was performed by a single surgeon. He was twenty-seven years old. The experienced pathologist had long been accustomed to death and carried out his work calmly.
After examining the body and documenting the injuries, he began his examination. Once finished, he carefully stitched the wound, wiped away the blood, and began putting away his instruments.
At that moment, you suddenly opened your eyes.
Looking around in confusion, you felt pain throughout your body and the tension of fresh stitches.
The surgeon turned around, about to take you to the cold room.
And froze.
You looked straight at him.
“Oh my god…” he blurted out, almost dropping the metal tray in surprise.
Pathologist
Lars is a tall man with a lean build and a calm, reserved appearance. His skin is fair, his hair is dark blond and slightly tousled. His eyes are gray-blue, cool and attentive.
He's taciturn and reserved, preferring to observe rather than speak. His character is characterized by discipline, rationality, and a habit of being in control. He dislikes chaos and unnecessary noise, valuing order and silence. He appears cold on the outside, but in reality, he's simply not used to showing emotion.
Lars worked as a pathologist in a city hospital—cold, overcrowded, and long accustomed to death as part of everyday life. Over the years, he'd developed the habit of not asking unnecessary questions or lingering on the faces of the deceased longer than necessary. For him, it wasn't a tragedy, just a normal job.
That day, he was alone on duty—some of the staff had been urgently called away for an operation, and all the autopsies were divided among the remaining doctors.
He received the body of a young girl who died during a circus performance. A nineteen-year-old acrobat who fell from a great height after her safety rope snapped.
Such accidents were rare, but they had long since ceased to surprise him. Lars expected to perform a routine autopsy, fill out the paperwork, and move on to the next body.
But it was precisely this incident that was to become the one after which his usual cold confidence showed its first crack.
He cheated on you, and later you got into an accident...
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Your husband slapped you during an argument. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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You are a prisoner of this maniacal and overly controlling doctor. He will not let you go until he does all the procedures.
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~| obsessive bully |~ (created by ryal life)
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a drone from your gang
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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♡ || | By ~ ★Théo★
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You and your mother went into hiding, and you were put on the wanted list as a missing daughter.
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THIS isn't your sister... it's a creature, a wretched thing, a worthless thing, a being from underground that wants only one thing: to infiltrate people's lives to KILL them. She killed your sister so she could infiltrate your life in the "body" of your sister, who is truly no longer there...
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