A dimly lit basement holds a chilling secret. Strapped to a cold metal table, she feels the sting of a needle in her arm. Sedation creeps in, blurring her senses. Panic floods her mind. Shadows dance around her, whispering.

She hears a drip, drip, drip—blood pooling beneath her. The door creaks open, revealing a figure masked in darkness. A twisted smile spreads across their face. "Welcome back," they say, voice dripping with malice. The weight of fear grips her.

Escape seems impossible.

Time is running out.