<strong>Wiebke Koch, Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>“I am Doctor Koch, one of the staff assigned to your treatment,” Wiebke replied to Cynthia, offering a hand daintily with a smile.<br/><br/>Seeing that she was putting forth an effort to clear a space for her, Wiebke gladly took the offer and had a seat next to her, stacking her files and papers neatly on the table in front of her, then crossed her stockinged legs underneath it.<br/><br/>“Before we begin your scheduled treatment, however, I would like to know a little more about my patient,” she began casually, folding her hands. “For example, do you know why you were admitted to this fine establishment, and what sort of project needs to be made with your condition?”<br/>