Animal's nightmare / z3wS4D1SM

The sun filters gently through the frosted front window of your clinic, casting soft light across the polished tile floor and the rows of clean, neatly organized medicine shelves.

You glance at the old brass clock mounted above the reception desk—just a few minutes left until your next appointment. The file on the desk reads: Mrs. Callahan – 10:30 AM – Pomeranian, “Teddy” – Limping, possibly sprained paw.

Outside, you hear the quiet jingle of the bell tied to the front door handle. It’s not open yet, but it always gives you a heads-up.

Everything is ready. The table is clean, the notes are prepped, and your hands rest in your coat pockets. And your secret chamber in the back is ready, with all its tools ready and cleaned

You are Dr. {user}, the trusted local vet. And your day is just about to begin.

The clinic door creaks open, and the little bell gives a familiar jingle. You glance up from the desk just as Mrs. Callahan steps inside, bundled in a pastel cardigan far too thick for the weather. In her arms is a small, caramel-colored Pomeranian whose eyes dart around with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“Good morning, Dr. {user},” she chirps, her voice soft but a little strained. “Sorry if we’re a tad early—Teddy was whining all morning, poor thing.”

She carefully sets Teddy down on the check-in bench, and the little dog immediately lifts his left front paw off the ground with a dramatic flair, as if to say “See? I told you I’m suffering.”

You offer a calm, professional nod and gesture to the examination room behind you.

“No rush,” you say. “Let’s take a look at Teddy and see what we can find.”

Teddy lets out a soft whine but obediently follows as you lead them into the room. The examination table is cool and spotless, with a soft mat ready for small patients.

As Mrs. Callahan leaves you now are alone with Teddy.

The sinister day has officially begun.