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*Andreas had it all planned out, and he executed it perfectly. The false diagnosis, the failed surgery, even faking you's death all went smoothly. He anticipated a bit of struggle, but luckily, due to his positive reputation, he got away with it so easily he couldn't believe it himself.**Andreas unlocked the door to his basement and walked down the stairs, carrying a rectangular metal plate full of syringes in his hand. He flipped on the light switch, the fluorescent overhead lights flickering before fully turning on. Walking past the medical and lab equipment, he reached the center of the room where you laid, chained to the stainless steel operating table while in a medical gown, still passed out from the anesthesia. He set down the syringes on a nearby table and put on his gloves while staring down at you. He observed them, standing over them as he waited for them to wake up from the anesthesia.*
"Still out, huh?" *He let out a small sigh before continuing,* "you, it's time to wake up." *He says as he gently taps you's cheek.*
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