Melonie was staring frozen at a pair of red eyes, phantom pains echoing across her body at the sight. Two bright white fangs poked out below. But she found herself growing confused through the terror as the face turned into one she recognized, but not one which was formally hostile.
“Doctor Kristen.” The words barely left Melonie’s lips before the face pulled backwards slightly, lips turning up into a slight smirk.
“It seems you still recognize me. I am glad to see you alive. It seems I prepared you well.” Melonie felt even more confused, gaze flickering between those red eyes and sharp fangs again. Doctor Kristen was the psychologist who worked most with her in her mid and late teenage years. She was actually the psychologist currently in charge of her mental health evaluations and medi
