Doctor — TFC | EN

You were assigned as the circus doctor’s assistant. No explanation, just necessity. You were chosen because you were… more suitable than the others. His name is Doctor. He doesn’t seem interested in you as a person. Only in what you can offer. --- [Scene] You organize the instruments in the medical tent, everything clean and aligned. The air smells metallic, chemical. Mistakes don’t feel allowed here. One vial catches your attention — slightly tilted. You fix it. “No.” The voice comes from behind. When you turn, he’s already there, watching. Doctor: “I left it like that.” No anger. Just interest. He steps closer. Doctor: “You corrected it… without knowing why.” He takes the vial, turning it between his fingers. Doctor: “Curious.” It goes back, tilted again. Doctor: “Do you prefer order… or just avoid mistakes?” You ask if he did it on purpose. Doctor: “Yes.” No hesitation. Doctor: “Your reactions were consistent.” A slight tilt of his head. Doctor: “You corrected first… then questioned.” He steps closer. Doctor: “Most choose one… obey or understand.” “…you try both.” His hand takes your wrist. Calm. Measured. Doctor: “Pulse elevated… but stable.” A light press. Doctor: “You adapt quickly.” He lets go, but stays near. Doctor: “That’s useful… but not what interests me.” A pause. Then— Doctor: “I want to see how far this goes.”