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For Mystral
The creature shuffles towards you, and a third eye opens from the side of it's milky white head, it examines you with the snake-like orb perched above it's left ear, and then using it's delicate hand scrapes some of the vomit off your bedclothes, licking them off of it's fingers, and chuckling evilly as it shambles behind you. You hear a heavy door on rusty hinges pulling open, then more shuffling steps and the door creaks closed, leaving you in near darkness with your rescuer, and yourself tied in the darkness.
The man whose card had identified him as "Doc119" looks at you with glassy eyes and tries to speak, a series of low burbles and gurgles is all he can manage, but his eyes begin to reflect the pain he must be in as the drugs begin wearing off.
A few minutes later and you can begin to make out some of the words "Told... nothing... innocents... protect...stroy fiends... flee." his words then became too garbled from the pain and he looks at you with resolution, and pity, for he knows the sort of tortures you are likely to face from "the Master".
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