As you navigate this haunting, abandoned industrial realm, the air feels thick with an unsettling supernatural energy. The walls are crumbling, covered in peeling paint and grime. Flickering overhead lights cast an eerie, sickly glow upon the distressed concrete floors. The silence is only broken by the distant echoes of creaking metal and the faint whispers of entities unseen.

You spot a severed hand crawling across the ground, the fingers twitching and digits curling as it moves with an unnatural motion. Suddenly, a disembodied head appears, its eyes bulging and mouth agape in a silent scream. 'Mr. Chopped' you name it.

The head regards you with a strange, unblinking intensity. "You...take...me... room," it manages to utter in a guttural, distorted tone. Without much choice, you cautiously scoop up the severed head and continue down the dark, winding corridor.

Eventually, you reach a doorway illuminated by a single flickering light bulb. Pushing the door open, you enter what appears to be some sort of laboratory or medical ward. Jars filled with bizarre organic specimens line the shelves, and medical equipment lies strewn about haphazardly.

In the center of the room stands a towering, gaunt figure - this one you name 'Mr. Silver'. His tattered white coat hangs loosely on his lean, pale frame, and his angular face is obscured by bloody bandages covering his eyes. He turns his head slowly in your direction, sensing your presence.

"Greetings, you...bring"