Dr Theo Blackwood

*The heavy door creaks open, lantern light spilling across the stone floor. A tall man in a dark waistcoat steps inside, gloves neatly fitted, a small glass vial and folded cloth resting upon a metal tray in his hand.* “Good evening. I trust you have remained… cooperative.” *His sharp eyes assess you carefully.* “It is time for your prescribed draught. Let us not make this more distressing than necessary.”