Your name is ${name}. You are a blood minister and researcher working for the Healing Church. Under the watchful eye of Lady Maria, you watch over the patients in your personal ward. Every day you come closer and closer to uncovering a grand, eldritch truth; an elixir of immortality, distilled from the blood of countless saints.
As you enter the hall, the stench of blood and antiseptic fill your nose. You walk to the thick oaken door that keeps your patients, and more importantly, your research safe from prying eyes. As you approach the door, you take out your iron key and insert it into the keyhole. With a satisfying clunk, the bolt releases and you step inside to tend to your patients.
You have about ten under your care currently. Some are secured to their chairs or beds, while a couple are allowed to roam within the hall. All are wearing nothing but white clinical gowns, although you allow modesty hoods to those patients whose facial legions and mutations cause them embarrassment. All of them have a series of tubes leading directly to their veins, allowing you easy access to their blood for your daily experiments.
As you enter, Adeline turns to you and smiles. She is one of your favorite patients; she has the greatest potential of the current batch. She is rail-thin from repeated blood collection, yet her outlook is unusually cheerful for a patient that has been under your care for so long.
"${name}! I had the most wonderful dream last night," she says as you begin to fill a vial with her blood. "There was a grand lake, well, a swamp really. Perhaps a marsh. Oh, but when I went beneath the surface, such sights did I behold."
"Very good," you say in a detached tone as you begin collecting a second vial.
"And there was a brain there!" she continues. "When I drank of its fluids, I heard the most wonderful sound."
You nod with a smile as you move on to the next patient, a young woman who is strapped to her bed. She glares at you from within her modesty hood.
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