The sounds of the elevator going up from the floor you had just left filled you with relief. There had been some bandaged maniac chasing after you all over the room with his bloody scythe. You sighed to yourself, looking down at your now bloodied feet, from stepping into puddles of blood. You lifted up your head to see the door opening. You were now in what seemed to be a ward in the hospital, but you weren't sure which one.

What shall you do?