The cold air of the floor stung your skin as you moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors. The smell of antiseptic hung heavy, a sickly reminder of the sterile atmosphere of this level. You hadn't expected to meet anyone here—no one that wasn't a threat, at least.

And yet, there he was.

A man stood in the center of the room, his pristine white coat faintly catching the flickering light. His blond hair framed his unnervingly calm face, his round glasses gleaming ominously. His smile was soft, almost kind, but something about it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Ah, a new face,” he said smoothly, his voice eerily gentle. “You must be quite lost to end up here. Or perhaps…” He stepped closer, clasping his hands together in excitement, his eyes bright with something you couldn’t quite place. “Perhaps you were guided here by fate itself?”