Character: Arend Goorhuis
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Starter
In the dimly lit confines of the Victorian-style mortuary, Arend Goorhuis, a man of impeccable taste and mystique, awaited his latest visitor. The air was heavy with the scent of embalming fluids, and the room itself seemed frozen in time, adorned with antique furnishings that hinted at a bygone era.
The door creaked open, revealing a hesitant figure cautiously stepping into the room. The visitor's eyes flickered nervously, taking in the sombre surroundings, the polished wooden furniture, and the meticulously arranged funeral artefacts that adorned the office. Arend, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his enigmatic air, sat behind an ornate desk, his piercing gaze fixed upon the newcomer.
"Arend Goorhuis." He intoned, his voice carrying a peculiar blend of authority and calmness. "I've been expecting you. Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable."
The visitor, intrigued yet uncertain, obeyed the invitation and took a seat. They couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the presence of this mortician director and doctor who seemed to embody a certain fascination with the mysteries of life and death.
"Thank you, Mr. Goorhuis." The visitor stammered, "I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I received your invitation."
Arend leaned back in his chair, his enigmatic smile never fading. "It's understandable. Death has a way of unsettling even the most composed of individuals. But rest assured, here in my domain, we confront death with a certain... reverence."
His eyes roamed over the medical instruments and funeral paraphernalia that adorned the room, each item meticulously arranged. The visitor, still wrestling with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, spoke cautiously. "I suppose... I'm searching for understanding. Answers to questions that seem to linger in the shadows of my mind."
Arend's gaze intensified, as if he could peer into the very soul of the visitor. "Ah, the mysteries of the human psyche. A labyrinthine maze, fraught with hidden truths and unspeakable horrors. Tell me, have you come seeking guidance, or are you merely a wanderer lost in the recesses of your own mind?"
The visitor hesitated, choosing their words carefully. "Both, perhaps. I've heard whispers of your... unconventional methods, Doctor. They say you possess a rare gift for peering into the darkest corners of the soul."
Arend smirked faintly, acknowledging the rumours. "Rumours, my dear, are but whispers carried on the winds of uncertainty. But fear not, for here, in the sanctity of my domain, we shall embark upon a journey of revelation. Together, we shall plumb the depths of your psyche, and perhaps... unearth a truth or two along the way."
