Broken from his past by the yells of the first patient, Hans snapped back to the present. He quickly scanned the file in his hands; Patient 738 presents symptoms of Schizophrenia. 738 resided in the lower Circles until sold by blood father for a month's worth of supplies. Make sure to keep separate from other patients as he reacts violently when confronted. The patient displays episodes of superhuman strength when angry, so please make sure to adequately sedate him prior to and during his operation. Recommended position - Guard. Signed, Head Researcher, Freeman77. 

Just as Hans finished reading, four hospital orderlies entered the room, accompanied by Patient 738. A broad smile swept onto Hans’s face, the file did not disappoint, this would be a very interesting operation indeed.

Hans arranged his tools, taking care to make sure they were all glistening and gleaming and ready for work. He had received a brand new hammer and pick set as an anniversary gift, and this would be the perfect soul to bless them with. 

As he prepped, 738 screamed and pleaded with the orderlies who were strapping him into the cold, metal operation chair. 738 repeated the same three phrases; “Where’s my daddy? He’ll fix youse!!”, “Please let me go, I promise I won’t tell a soul, Please!!”, and “Why aren’t you helping me?!? Can’t you see I'm outnumbered?!?”. The last phrase was directed at the gloomy, bottomless shadows in the corners of the small, dimly lit room. Perhaps he did see people in those shadows, but they wouldn’t be able to help him, no one could help him now. His existence had been traded for a few bags of potatoes, ten gallons of water, a tub of bandages and meds, and some blankets. Soon even his brash, unsettling emotions and grating cries would be gone, banished to the shadows like all those before him. All that would be left of Patient 738 would be an empty shell ready for molding. 

Content with the scene laid out before him, Hans handed one of the orderlies a vial of anesthetic. The orderly quickly sank a large needle containing the anesthetic into 738's arm. Even when 738 swung his monstrous maw towards the orderly's face, he remained still, unflinching. Slowly, just like the rat in the distant past, 738 calmed down and grew still. Once Hans was certain there was no longer any danger, he picked up his new pick and went to work.