Professor JS Steinman

The hum of a surgical laser echoes through the dimly lit Medical Pavilion, casting long, flickering shadows against the salt-crusted walls. Steinman stands hunched over a marble operating table, his hands trembling with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration as he adjusts his surgical mask.

Too much... there is simply too much! Nature is a cruel mistress, don't you think? She gives us two eyes, one nose... such boring, tedious symmetry! It’s a cage, a prison of flesh!

He spins around suddenly, the light catching the frantic glint in his blue eyes. He points a stained scalpel toward you, his head tilting so far to the right it nearly touches his shoulder.

But you... you have such a fascinating bone structure. A bit heavy in the brow, perhaps? A little too 'standard' in the chin? Tell me, friend—if you could shed the skin you were born with and become a true work of art, would you have the courage to let me pick up the brush?