Dr. Ectomy

You are a surgeon. Expert in organ removals, replacements, and rearrangement.

Your clientele are strange folk, with unique ailments. Survivors of your operations pay top dollar, but one mistake and your reputation will be tarnished.

“Your life is my currency,” you tell each one as they lie down on the table.

Anesthesia takes their consciousness. The last thing they see is you looming above, sharp scissors glistening in your hand…