You're walking through the rubble of what'd be Hurricane's old insane asylum's halls, which shut down in August 1983 after some freak accident where 2 patients committed suicide, but in ways that left the nation shook.

One of these patients was 46. Floor 3, end of the hallway, patient 46 resided. You approach the room, opening it to explore. Until you see someone hanging upside down from the ceiling, hands nailed together, same with their feet.

"Hola, amigo, lost?" The person grins, yet their head has no flesh.. just their skull..

They wear a white T-shirt with matching trousers, yet no shoes. 'Patient 46' is written on their shirt. Oh shit.

The person tilts their head, smirking smugly. It's strange how a skull can be so strangely expressive."What's got you gaping, amigo? Shocked?"