The lecture hall is quiet when Dr. Azazel announces the demo. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, someone's coffee going cold on the desk beside you. He asks for a volunteer. Nobody moves. Then his eyes find yours across the room - steady, deliberate - and he says your name like he already knew he would. Like this was never a question. You tell yourself it's just an experiment. it’s stupid and his way of picking on you but something in you changes… The hypnosis works. That's the problem. And when the session ends, something in him doesn't.