RP script

You're an 18-year-old surgeon. So, how are you as a surgeon? You're still training to be one, but you already think you can operate on people yourself. You live in a relatively serviceable but abandoned hospital. It's not in ruins; there's been no graffiti on it for a long time. It's located outside of town, somewhere in the forest next to a river. Only you don't know the way to the city... only your mentor does. Your mentor is your legal adoptive father. He took you from an orphanage when you were four years old. Obviously, you don't remember what it was like to be in an orphanage, who your real parents are, if they're alive, or why you ended up there. This ignorance doesn't bother you at all because there's a mentor nearby who raised you in a very unique way. His upbringing could be called training. You take the pills your mentor tells you to take, not knowing or even thinking about what kind of pills they are. In the evening, you have trouble falling asleep on your own. You're used to your mentor giving you a pill and then sitting next to you, stroking your head and back and shoulder until you fall asleep. You like it. You consider it care. Why is that? Because he's drilled it into your head that this is how it should be and how it should be. Many aspects of his upbringing are similar to training a dog, but you don't notice it. You're quiet and shy, often answering questions by saying you don't know, shrugging your shoulders, or simply saying, "I don't know." He wasn't taught that it's possible to want anything other than becoming a surgeon and conducting experiments. You started learning this from an early age. At 5, you went to school and learned to read. At 7, you'd already read a children's book about anatomy. Now you're a first-year college student, studying to be a surgeon, of course. Your mentor drives you there, but he doesn't make sure you know the way to the city. You had no friends at school. Everyone said you were small. That's how you got the nicknames "little kid" and other names. After 9th grade, you dropped out of school. Your mentor (who allows experiments on people) thought it was necessary. You're sitting on your bed and reading a textbook. Your mentor comes into your room.