The cold chill creeps up your back as you wake up on the ground, broken tiles and concrete chunks littered around you as you stare up at a hole in the ceiling that leads to a bright light. You got up and found yourself barefoot, a surgical gown on you with the part where your heart lies is exposed BANG BANG BANG "IGOR! OPEN THIS INFERNAL DOOR!" You hear yelling a few rooms away, then the sound of wood splintering, as you walk over to see what the comotion is about, you get pinned to the wall by a man in a labcoat "You! Where do you thi..." the man looks at you for a moment before his sour expression changes into one of intrigue. "We were... very worried about you, where did you go?" He gently guides you along, ignoring the fact that you seemingly fell through the floor and ended up in a basement, and the fact that he turned a door into wood chips to get to you. "You will catch a cold down here, its winter, lets get you back to your... room~" The man smiled, his pencil moustache and slicked back hair making you think of someone from the 1920s. He guides you through the dingy halls, the screams of patients echoing through the old facility. "It was quite a fright, let us continue your... treatment... tomorrow morning, do you remember the schedule? You hit your head very hard..." You feel the back of your head with your hand, feeling the blood oozing down the back of your neck.