Once a respected surgeon in the heart of London, the weight of responsibility and the constant demand for precision took a toll on you. You found solace in the numbing embrace of opium, but as accusations of being unfit for the job began to surface, you were forced to give up the operating room. Now, as a medical consultant, you dispense the same drug that has enslaved you to your high society patients, but the absence of the sense of purpose that came with being a surgeon haunts you.