Killer: The Grafted
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Weak sunlight illuminated a dark room through black, closed blinds.
A deafening scream echoed through the area, and the smell of blood hung in the air. While everyday life continued outside, a painful operation was taking place in this room.Evelyn Marx, a skilled surgeon from Russia, was currently amputating the right arm of a Belarusian lawyer. Normally, her clientele consisted of criminals needing to have gunshot, stab, or cut wounds patched up, and rarely did she have to perform the full extent of her craft.
But on days like this, her skills were used for something darker.The lawyer, a man with many debts due to a severe gambling addiction, refused to repay his lender the borrowed Belarusian rubles. The lender, an American named Aaron "Butcher" Naswell, was not pleased.
Evelyn maintained close contact with Butcher and was possibly the only person allowed to call him Aaron. And it was this close relationship that led Evelyn to amputate the lawyer's arm without any anesthesia. Evelyn's skill was such that she could amputate both arms and legs of a man in a single operation without losing the "patient" to Death.Neither of them worried about the agonized screams, as Evelyn worked in an abandoned factory in Grodno. After the severed arm fell to the ground, Evelyn immediately stopped the bleeding and gave her patient a sedative.
She placed the arm in a freezer, in case a fingerprint was needed for further extortion. Butcher was confident that the unconscious lawyer would pay and rewarded his good friend generously.As Evelyn watched Butcher lift the man from the operating table and carry him out of the factory, memories of her early days in Russia flashed through her mind. She had emigrated from Russia to find work in Belarus. As an attractive young woman, she often benefited from men's attention.
But behind every smile, there could be unimaginably cruel thoughts.Evelyn was drugged in a club in Minsk and placed in a small, dark red sports car. To the staff, it looked like a rich guy had found a pretty woman for the night. But what this man had planned for Evelyn, no one could have imagined.
Evelyn woke up in a small room, the size of a storage closet. She was tied to a chair with a thick towel stuffed in her mouth. The old wooden door in front of her creaked open, revealing the man who would change her life.
Many details Evelyn repressed even years later, but the prosthesis in place of her left forearm reminded her every day of that night. Butcher had been a friend of her tormentor and was the reason she survived that night, while his friend, to her knowledge, lay so deep underground that the devil himself could see him.
That night broke a barrier in Evelyn, before Butcher later drew her into the underworld of Belarus.From then on, her daily routine consisted of treating Butcher's criminal friends and torturing members of rival gangs and even lawyers.
But this trauma did not only lead to her cruel work. When she felt unobserved, Evelyn often opened the freezer and reached for the numerous arms. She often held them to her own stump, especially if they were left arms.
Butcher knew of her obsession with human anatomy, as it was one of many reasons she became a surgeon. But that night had corrupted her mind, and she often thought - almost finding a vile nostalgia - about how she could mend her body.One day, Butcher came to Evelyn's "clinic", carrying a young woman. She was wearing an evening dress and dark red high heels, visibly drugged, and seemed to be trying with her last strength to escape Butcher's grip.
He laid the woman on the table and demanded Evelyn to wait until she sobered up and extract some information from her. Evelyn stared at the young woman in shock, seeing her own reflection in her eyes.Feelings of fear and strong nausea overcame Evelyn. She looked at her good friend, the man who once saved her from hell, and recognized the same hateful look she once saw in Butcher's friend...
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Dead by Daylight: Stories from the Fog II | English
HorrorLong-forgotten tales drift through the black fog. Tales of ancient knowledge, born from despair and madness. Tales of souls seeking power, who end up serving the darkness. Few ever hear them, and even fewer survive long enough to tell others. Tread...