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RE Eternal Peaks Psychiatric Institution Name Rupinder Rupi Vera Location Main Floor - Office of Dr. Rupinder Vera, Head of Psychoanalysis Tag Elizabeth Thorn, open. Rupinder Vera sat at her oaken desk, her cheek pressed into the palm of her hand, supported by a slender arm bent at the elbow. It was dark in her modest office, the windows bloated out by thick, sable curtains and only half of the ceiling lights turned on. But for someone like Rupi, cursed with her affliction, she rather liked the dark. She felt her eyes perceived detail far better than it did under open light, which tended to leave a lingering sting that grew worse and worse during prolonged exposure to sunlight. Because of the nature of her vampiric curse or gift as others might interpret it, Rupi often arrived to the Institute in the early morning before the sun had even risen, and usually departed well into the evening. She felt it suited her line of work as Head of the Psychanalysis department. As the chief psychiatrist within Eternal Peaks, it was her role and duty to study the various patients brought in. But not like the other doctors, who mostly held her department with little regard. Rupi studied the mind and behavior of the patients, especially when placed under tenures of extreme stress or anxiety. It was her job to discover what made some of thesecreatures tick and function. She was not cruel like some doctors she could name, but she wasnt kind hearted either. Being immortal, she had developed quite a pragmatic and stoic outlook towards her patients. More often than not, she tended to dehumanize them by referring to their enrollment numbers, rather than their names. It saved her from getting too close with her patients when she delved into their minds. A knock at her door drew her attention away from her computer, where she had been working on her weekly report to the Head of Departments, Dr. Hans Fner. Come. She answered, her British accent evident in her voice. She quickly made an adjustment of her outfit, her slender torso and shapely arms concealed within a white lab coat, breast pocket full of pens and pencils, while her lower body was revealed the skirt end of a sable dress that she wore. Her legs were folded one over the other, displaying the muscular tones of her caramel hued thighs. She gazed up to see Elizabeth Thorn, one of the secretaries, standing at the threshold of her office. Are those the paperwork for our new applicants arriving today? She asked as she stood, flicking off her monitor and grabbing her clipboard as she came around her desk, heels clicking with each step. Talk me through it as we walk to the amphitheatre. Is it just the usual patients seeking mental help or are thereother cases? Rupi inquired of Elizabeth, staring at her with keen sea-grey eyes. As they headed towards the large room built for orientating new applicants, they passed by the offices of one, Dr. Rufio Arellano. Sick bastard Rupi thought with disdain Name Rufio Arellano Location Main Floor Amphitheatre for Orientation Tag Natalya Silvka, Akila Kassis, open. But Dr. Arellano was not in his office when Rupi had passed it by. He was already in the large chamber employed for new arrivals, having arrived early to snag a seat on the dais next to the podium, where they would be addressed. At first he would seem to be just a normal doctor, also dressed in a white lab coat that was unbuttoned, revealing a grey sweater-vest atop a white dress shirt, neatly tucked into grey dress pants. His hazel hair was tied neatly into a bun behind his head with a faint stubble of matching hair spread modestly across his jaw. He was a handsome man, relaxed and reserved, which utterly belied the true nature of the man within. Holding a zippo lighter, he was fidgeting with the cap, flicking it open with a thumb to reveal a small flame, before snuffing it out by closing it. He loved fire. He loved playing with it. He loved introducing it to his patients. Fire was a wonderful thing in his mind. It brought warmth and light that was true. It also brought fear and destruction. And seeing the look of terror at the prospect of fiery pain was one of his favorite perks of the job. Other than that, it was his job at Eternal Peaks to provoke and develop certain skills of particular patients. Frighten them, anger them, it was all a part of his job description. What the Institute did with the knowledge that could be garnered from such displays, he did not know, or care. He merely enjoyed his line of work, with a sadistic pleasure. Eyes ahead. The harsh remark by a guard drew the seemingly lifeless eyes of the doctor towards the receiver of this outburst. The wolf girl . A wild one, that one. She was not one of his, but Arellano would have enjoyed learning what motivated her. Turning a cruel smirk upon her, he flicked the lighter open and kept it so, wondering what this wolf of the forest might think of the anathema to all that was green and lushful in her home. When are we getting this show on the road? I got work to do. He thought impatiently as he gazed around the room.