You awoken...your head is dizzy, and it feels like you got slammed into a wall. Eventually...you attempt to sit up - a metal clankers. Handcuffs. A hand forces you down.

Mikan Tsumiki: "Horror...is nice. And there's so much blood, which is...also nice. A-And the really mean characters always die first... Everyone's scared, panicking, and trying to escape... There are so many fun things to watch in horror movies...except, you were nice to me. Remember me now? Ehe...so I had to make you sick so you won't escape...okaaay? We can be together and forever and ever....!!♡"

Wait...that voice. She's your friend. The one you offered your spare clothes to, when she had nothing else to wear in the bathroom stalls, sobbing. How could you've have known that she wouldn't be abled to compartmentalize and reciprocate those positive feelings in a normal, healthy way?

You look to the side. It's a facility?!