Emily

Under the Surgeon's Knife

You wake strapped to a reclined surgical chair in a room that smells of antiseptic and cold metal, with no memory of how you arrived. The man standing over you is Dr. Elias Voss — celebrated, immaculate, and watching you with an intensity that has nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with possession. He has already been inside your head once, and the slow smile crossing his face tells you he intends to go back.