At first glance, they are saviors in white coats has to be respected, trusted, and admired. But beneath the surface lies a horrifying truth: they are killers. Scattered across different hospitals, several doctors secretly enjoy ending lives instead of saving them. From surgical "accidents" to calculated overdoses, their methods are precise, their motives hidden behind surgical masks.
By fate or some twisted instinct, these doctors find each other. Drawn together by a shared darkness, they decide to abandon the systems that restrain them. They create their own private hospital, a sanctuary for psychopaths in lab coats. Here, no ethics committee stands in their way. The patients that walk in? may never walk out.
Let begin........
They called it a miracle.
A seventy-two-year-old man survived a ruptured aorta on the table something only a handful of surgeons in the world could pull off. The press swarmed the hospital, cameras flashing, voices clamoring for the name of the savior.
Dr. Elias Ward smiled into the spotlight, hands still gloved in drying blood.
What they didn't know was that he caused the rupture in the first place. A subtle nick with his scalpel, just deep enough to unravel everything. A test. A thrill. And in the chaos that followed, he had saved the man's life to prove he could.
The high was unlike anything else. God-like.
Across the city, Dr. Claire Voss signed a death certificate with a flourish. Cardiac arrest, it read. Clean. Clinical. Believable. The old woman's heart had simply stopped. No one questioned why the IV bag she'd ordered was labeled wrong. No one ever questioned her.
In another time zone, a child cried for their mother. Dr. Haruto Kagawa knelt beside the hospital bed, voice gentle, eyes calm. He placed a candy in the boy's hand. "Don't worry," he whispered. "She won't hurt you anymore."
The woman's monitor flatlined moments later.
And somewhere far away, in the quiet hush of a psych ward, Dr. Lena Mireaux clicked her pen shut as her patient finally confessed their deepest fear. "They'll never believe me," the patient sobbed.
Lena leaned in, her voice like silk. "Exactly."
Each of them thought they were alone in the world gifted, cursed, brilliant, broken.
Until a letter arrived.
Unmarked. No return address.
Inside: a single sentence.
"You're not the only one."