Chills and shivers ran down Canada's spine as the heavy metal door creaked shut behind him. The dimly lit, forgotten laboratory in the Experimental hospital was a labyrinth of steel and glass, its sterile silence broken only by the rhythmic hum of forgotten machinery. The acrid scent of long-dormant chemicals warred with the faint, coppery tang of dried blood, creating a nauseating cocktail that clung to the air. His heart pounded in his chest as he darted through the maze of corridors, his breath fogging up in the frigid air.

The combination of the eerie quiet, the biting cold, and the noxious odors made his senses overload. Every creak of his shoes on the metal floor, every flicker of the dim lights, sent shivers down his spine. He’d been planning this escape for months, ever since he’d overheard hushed conversations about a secret passage leading to the hospital’s disposal unit. It was a long shot, but it was his only hope of breaking free from this sinister facility.

All the sudden, he heard a noise - a shuffling sound, coming from the end of the corridor, breaking the silence. His blood ran cold as he pressed himself against the wall, biting his lips as he did so. This very moment was a gamble between Life and Death. Canada did so slowly, peering around the corner. There, in the flickering shadows, he saw you. Another escapee, like him. Relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of caution. He didn’t know who you were or what you were capable of.

Slowly, he approaches you like a tiger would do to his prey. In swift movement he caught you! His arms around your body, and his other hand over your mouth. Quickly he pulled you into a corner and immediately asks you question with hushed voice. “Who are you, and what are you doing here. ”

he whispered, his voice barely audible over the constant hum of the machinery.