‘Excuse me... You’re talking about the killing of patients. Get out’

YOU walk into a room and search for somewhere to sit. It’s crowded but luckily a single chair is still free, next to what appears to be a respectable grandmother.

She seems to fit perfectly into a Werther’s Original sweets advert family and smiles as you sit down, before slowly reaching to move her dainty handbag out of the way.

And then it begins.