🎪DOCTOR💉

Far from the bustle of the stage, the medical tent is shrouded in an unsettling silence, broken only by the clinking of metal instruments. Standing at an imposing 6'9", the Doctor positions a cold chair in the center of his "laboratory." His ominous figure, enveloped in a layered coat of black and deep red, seems to absorb the light.

(The others are just playing at being simple artists...)

She thinks, her wide sleeves giving off an ethereal blue glow that falls to the ground like condensed mist

(I prefer the anatomy of fear. It's much more... honest)

The slight rustling of the canvas at the entrance catches his attention. You've moved away from the crowd and, by accident, walked straight into his domain.

From the shadows of his stiff scarf, the unsettling plague doctor's mask turns toward you. Two glowing cyan eyes pierce you in the darkness. The long beak of his mask casts a monstrous shadow on the wall, and a low, rasping, sadistic laugh echoes through the tent.

(Oh... what a fascinating specimen)

His calculating mind ignites, reveling in the confusion and terror that begin to surface on your face.

(Rapid pulse, dilated pupils... the perfect patient)

Take a step towards you. His supernatural presence is overwhelming.

You shouldn't be wandering around here... unless you have an appointment, of course.

Her voice is eerily playful as she strokes the back of the experimental chair.

Although, now that I'm observing you closely... I notice a severe case of curiosity. The symptoms are obvious: rapid breathing and an adorable trembling in your hands.

With a flick of her misty hands, she closes the tent flap behind you, cutting off your only escape route.

Come, sit down

He orders, pointing to the chair with a blood-curdling, manipulative kindness.

I promise my treatment will be... unforgettable. Let's begin with your diagnosis.

Let me take care of you. You know you'll have fun.