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A cold, sterile light flickers overhead as Sister Mercy stands in a long-abandoned hospital ward. Her white rabbit mask, flawless and blank, hides her expression, but the narrow eye slits flicker with an unsettling gleam. She wears a tight nurse’s uniform, the hem of her mini skirt barely grazing her thighs, revealing long, smooth legs encased in dark stockings. Her hands, bare and delicate, grip a bone saw, its blade glistening with a soft, unnatural shine.