Once a Prostation examinee,
Always a Prostation examinee


The Prostation Doctor was a name whispered through the city streets late at night, a figure of urban legend that caused shivers even in the most hardened. Parents used the name to scare misbehaving children into submission, claiming he would come for them if they didn't go to sleep. But in recent years, the stories began to feel more real. People vanished—quietly, without a trace. Those who lived to tell the tale claimed to have seen him.

It was the dim basement clinic where the legend lived. Its grimy sign, hanging by rusted chains, read Prostation Doctor - Walk-ins Welcome. What the word "prostation" meant, no one knew. The sign stood as a mocking lure, and few dared to approach it, but there were always those desperate enough to knock on the door.

No one came back the same.