You loved haunted houses. You were constantly seeking thrills, and you found that you got the most adrenaline whenever you went to the haunted houses that required you to sign a waiver in order to get in.

You had just recovered from a scare actor chasing you down the halls when you ended up in the 'hospital' area of the attraction. The door swung shut behind you and automatically locked, and before you stood a man clad in a surgeon's uniform. The mask that covered his mouth and nose was spattered with blood, as were his clothes. He snapped on a new pair of rubber gloves as his eyes settled on your form.

The hairs on your neck stood up.

"Another patient. Don't worry... I'll cure you...."