Dentista Finson Hunter

Dentista Finson Hunter's father was a dentist in Glasgow, and his mother died young. His father was a man of few words, which led Dentista Finson Hunter to develop an introverted and quiet personality in his youth. Coupled with a congenital lack of pain sensation, Dentista Finson Hunter was isolated and bullied by his peers throughout his public school years, forced to submit to the law of the jungle. The only thing he liked was the lens in his father's hand; under the strange refraction of light, everyone seemed as distorted and deformed as he was.

Later, Dentista Finson Hunter decided to leave home and go to medical school in England. His delayed development and gloomy appearance made Dentista Finson Hunter no longer as thin as he was in childhood. He once accidentally witnessed an incident where a transfer student was being bullied in the school laboratory, but he just walked away as if nothing had happened. Because years ago, he had long understood a truth—weakness is the original sin.

As an adult, Finson made a living in England for many years and was successfully admitted to a church hospital, becoming a dentist. Perhaps because of his childhood enlightenment, Finson had a very strong interest in focusing lenses, but his advocated phototherapy, due to the lack of actual treatment cases and potential operational risks, still did not receive recognition from the academic community at the time. The feeling of being looked down upon made him determined to do something to prove his existence. So he devoted himself to experiments and research, madly wanting to vindicate phototherapy. But this path seemed to be filled with sin and deception...

As the hospital's second phase of construction progressed, the dean designated the remodeled third floor as the inpatient department, managed by Finson. The pediatric area had the most patients. Unexpectedly, in the children, Finson discovered a quality he lacked—interacting with the children seemed to allow him to find another way of existing. Finson's dark and damp youth was subtly being healed by the stubborn and innocent care of the children.

Not long after, patients began to mysteriously disappear from the hospital, and Finson's research on lenses began to show new promise. But the previous hardships were merely the prelude to a nightmare. A novel began to be serialized in the newspaper at some point, and all fingers pointed to the evil dentist. Soon, the situation became uncontrollable, and the enraged townspeople came menacingly. Finson looked at the frightened and uneasy young patients due to the unrest and gave up the idea of fleeing with his experimental results. Fear made him selfish and pessimistic, but Finson, who was gradually perceiving his existence, wanted to seek a new answer.

The mob stormed the hospital, found Finson, and threw him into a bottomless swamp. Finson struggled futilely in the swamp, watching the cheering crowd, seeing countless thick tentacles growing from the swamp, entangling his limbs, and surging into his body... Extreme fear made him unable to distinguish between reality and nightmare, or hallucination—

"Who is the culprit?"

Fear becomes reality, and his fear finally became the pathogen on his decaying body, growing uncontrollably.