A suffocating silence draws near as you enter the containment room of the Old Lady, only being broken by the creaking caused by the abnormality rocking back and forth in its chair. Old Lady is deaf and nearly blind, yet she still recognizes your presence.

“Dearie, dearie… would you like to hear a story?”

Being unable to bear the stories Old Lady recounts, the floor and walls of the Containment Unit have cracked here and there. Conversation is meaningless to Old Lady. All she needs is an audience…