second state

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Their foreign hands brought oblivion.

They cut the invisible threads of cruel memories

Now your days pass without weight, without the cruel burden of the past before the cult

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I even had a long-tailed prosthesis made for her so she could have better balance; it wasn't the best in the world, but it served its purpose.

My advantage was that I lived alone, I had no debts or anything, so I was able to pay for all the necessary insurance for that little mouse. I had to cover all the medical insurance and procedures. It was expensive, yes, but it didn't matter. I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, especially because of her long recovery.

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I never liked admitting it, but I went so far as to perform a prefrontal lobotomy on that mouse.

Her attempts to do that were too strong; after all that, she simply changed... she became more docile, as if nothing had happened. I preferred to do that to her rather than let her risk her life.

Her attitude became more dependent on me, she cried a lot, although her emotions changed a lot, she wasn't bipolar but her attitude changed, she was like a new person.

She never remembered what she was like before arriving at the hospital. We used to ask for clothing donations for her because it was as if she were completely alone; she had no one to help or accompany her throughout her recovery, it was just the people at the hospital and me...

She became more dependent on me because I was too attentive to her; my fear was that the consequences would have been serious, so I constantly monitored her.

Also, it was because she used to 'shut down' emotionally, not react, or stare at a fixed point; it was necessary to keep her active by doing any activity rather than having her in bed all day

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I realized she came from some kind of cult, because of her tattoos; there was one on each wrist, forming a bow, but in a creepy way.

She has two more of the same shape on his forearms, and two more on his thighs.

She has one in particular on her chest, almost reaching her bust, and it's shaped like a heart but with several lines between them.

And what further confirmed my theory was that her mouse tail had been cut off by more than half. Knowing that mice rely on their long tails for balance, with her tail so horribly cut, she would veer to one side, walk unsteadily, or simply fall constantly. She had completely lost her balance.

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When those police officers brought her in, she never said a word, she only made moans or growls as if she were a wild animal; she was uncontrollable, she hurt herself, she screamed at them and even bit some of the nurses.

It got to the point where she wanted to... well, she had no documents or background check, which was very strange, she didn't even have any identification card, I mean NOTHING

We did everything we could to get her to say something, or to calm down, but there was no other option. I had to resort to that extreme method to control her; her attempts to... well, that's what it was... were simply too uncontrollable.

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The terrified police officers said, or believed, that she was a victim of something, but of what?

His blood was black, viscous, and thick, which is why his skin was gray. Also, the tattoos on various parts of his body weren't like ink tattoos, but more like burns, like cattle brands.

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It was all a rather strange change; that little mouse with enormous eyes arrived at that hospital thanks to some police officers who found her in the middle of the highway.

????

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He smiles

That puts people at ease

Nobody suspects who he really is,

Makes it seem like everything is "under control" ...

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She was taken from that cult, I know, but what the hell really happened there?

What could they have done to make it look like that!?

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Nya

She did not arrive as a patient, but as something taken

a relic torn from an altar, her hands still trembling with prayers that were never hers.

Age: 20~26? (Undefined)

She only stared into nothing, as if she finally understood there was never an escape, only a change of owner. Now she walks softly, like a doll that learned to breathe. Her eyes no longer question, no longer pray, no longer burn.

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Dr.Thomas

He didn't arrive as a savior. He arrived when there was nothing left to save. 👁

Age: 27

Occupation: Doctor/ Surgeon/ Medical Specialist.

He didn't talk about pain, he understood it as a necessary process, like someone cleaning a wound even though it bleeds. 🩸