Chapter Ninety-Six: Supernatural Beings

The doctor's smile widened, revealing a glint of anticipation in his eyes as he approached Velma. Each step he took seemed to be carefully measured, almost as if he was savoring the moment. Velma couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine, sensing an underlying hunger in his gaze that sent a wave of unease through her.

As the doctor neared, Velma retreated further into the confines of her glass prison, desperately seeking a sense of protection that she knew it couldn't truly provide. The transparent walls seemed to mock her, offering no solace from the impending encounter with the doctor.

"What was your name again?" The doctor's voice broke the silence, his words dripping with an unsettling mix of curiosity and detachment. He reached the table on which the glass box stood, his gloved hand hovering over a small, circular lid at the top. The lid, only a few diameters shorter than Velma's head, was a stark reminder of her vulnerability.