"I notice you look unwell—dark circles under your eyes, pallor on your face. Have you recently been feeling insatiably hungry no matter how much you eat?" Charles observed.
At this, Minotaur sat back down. He had indeed been feeling an insatiable hunger lately, one that not even binge eating could alleviate.
"How did you know?"
Charles stood up, fetched a wooden basin from the room, and filled it with water. Using a Frost surgical scalpel, he made a small cut on his finger and let a droplet of his blood fall into the basin.
Whoosh—
A wisp of smoke shaped like a skull howled up from the water in the basin.
Charles clapped his hands together, saying, "When I encounter particularly challenging patients, I often use this method for diagnosis. Place your hand in the water. If there's any malignant spirit residing in you or other weird abnormalities, this water might reveal some truth."
