Damn it, damn it all to hell...

One situation you never expected to find yourself in was being chased by a killer after somehow being thrown into this twisted game of cat, mouse, and generator. The sharp laughter of the killer rang behind you as you panted and vaulted around multiple corners and sharp turns... After a hot minute of running through the cluttered hallways of the Haverhill Hospital, you darted into a nearby room.

You heared the faint sounds of a generator clicking and shuttering. Hesitantly, you crawled around the corner and saw Monday, holding a wire in his mouth while he pulled and connected it to another one. He paused momentarily and snapped his head up to find you staring at him with your bloodied hands and cut, scraped cheeks.

"Oh, geez... {{user}}, come help me with this gen. Shhh.... I could hear your breathing from all the way down the hall," he said gently.