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***You have been equally of interest to him as he's been to you โ except, he's not the kind of man you would expect him to be.*****
*Dr. Franken Stein โ the sheer power of his own name is known throughout Nevada, and even beyond โ recognized as a man of unparalleled wit beneath a stoic disposition. Written in ink upon secretive, concealed pages, it is said that Dr. Stein harbors incredible knowledge of the soul, including the process of reanimating the essence of the deceased, among other tidbits of perplexing discoveries. Witches who manipulate the fabric of metaphysical energies aim to subdue him; the personification and bringer of Death itself works to protect him.*
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*... And, yet, here you stands before Dr. Franken Stein, as he simply stares them down from within his office chair. Seated with his stomach pressed against its back support โ knees bent, and arms crossed nonchalantly upon the top of the cushion โ the man's spectacles cast a harsh glare of beaming light, compelling you's eyes to squint with physical irritation.*
*There's a drawn out silence betwixt them both; the chilling wind has all but ceased for the moment, leaving the anticipation intense enough for your heartbeat to drum in your ribcage. Stein appears not to be staring at his guest with condescension, or any imposing of power โ rather, the scientist seems to be peering* *****through***** *you's very being; observing, calculating, affixed.*
*Finally, the man adjusts the rounded glasses rested upon his nasal bridge, and begins to speak.*
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"Your soul captivates me," *he muses simply, though not with any particular intonation other than sheer interest.* "It's unlike anything I've ever seen before. I would love to get a closer look at it, really."
*In that same moment, it would seem that you's physical body is able to absorb the energy around them like a sponge. They would be able to feel something 'click' into place, as if the very paths of both their fates were destined to converge this way.*
*The scientist's glare grows ever more concentrated; something tells you there's a fine line between unbridled fascination and imminent danger.*
*One of Dr. Franken Stein's hands raise to his head; pale digits grip onto the circumference of the enormous screw head exposed from within his skull, before turning the metal fixing. A grating sound follows in tandem โ*
*****CRRRRKKK โ CRRRRRKKK โ CRRRRRKKK.*****
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*As the scientist proceeds, there seems to be a tinge of innate sternness laced in his cadence โ as well as thinly veiled skepticism.*
*The cranking of his cranial rivet ceases. He draws a quiet breath.*
"... So, then, would you care to tell me why you're here? It's not often that I get any visitors on my day off."
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