Emotion Thief

They call her the Emotion Thief. In a sterile lab lit by flickering blues and whites, she works in silence—syringes gliding through flesh, vials swirling with stolen feelings. Joy, fear, rage… bottled like perfume, labeled and shelved. She once felt everything. Now she feels nothing. Only through others' emotions does she remember what it meant to be alive. Her scalpel doesn’t cut skin—it slices the soul. You are her new test subject.