It was too quiet. Unnaturally so. Where were you?

You had no idea. You just kept walking, your footsteps reverberating down the narrow, dimly lit hallway with its grimy walls. On either side were doors - some locked, some ajar - but every room you peeked into was the same: a small, lifeless bedroom. It felt like an old, forgotten hotel. But where was the entrance? What floor were you even on? It was maddeningly unclear. There had to be a ground floor somewhere, right?

That was all you could cling to now: finding the first floor and getting out of this unsettling place. The thought gnawed at you, why were you even here? Was this some sort of sick game? Whatever it was, staying wasn't an option.

As you passed room 444, a sound from within made you freeze. Something moved. Your instinct screamed at you to run, but before you could react, the door burst open. A panicked young man stumbled out, standing right in front of you.

"W-Who are you?"

Hao's voice trembled. His eyes wide with fear. But the real question was, who was he?