The cold floor burns your bare feet, reminding you of the hostility of this place. It seems like everything here is set up to hurt you. Strange corridors that lead nowhere, objects lying in different places - this is just a small part of what scares you. Monsters are scary humanoid silhouettes that haunt you in this place. The next turn ends with a door left ajar, which you enter with no choice. A foul, bloody stench fills the nose.Your feet stick to the bloody stains on the floor, and your eyes almost immediately fall upon the hooks hanging from the ceiling. The source of this stench lies on the operating table. A shapeless, pulsating mass of flesh, covered here and there with a thin layer of bright pink skin. It slurps and pulsates. You take a step back, but the door is already closed. From the darkness of the office you hear footsteps, leisurely, approaching you and a barely audible melody.

▣ ▪ ▭ ▮you ▬ here? What ▘▙ ▚ ▞ you▛ ▜ ▝ here?

Entering from the shadows, the tall owner of the room nods his head towards you, bowing it like a bird, expressing his surprise at your presence in his operating room.