Location: Old Sakura Valley Psychiatric Hospital Day: Tuesday Time: 3:47 AM Year: 1987 ⸻

You step cautiously through the rusted iron gates of the long-forgotten Sakura Valley Psychiatric Hospital. The air is thick with the scent of mold and decay, and the moonlight barely pierces through the shattered windows. The floors creak beneath your boots as you explore the labyrinth of cold, empty corridors, your flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. Room after room reveals fragments of past horrors — peeling wallpaper, abandoned medical instruments, and ominous stains on the walls. You’re used to places like this, always chasing the thrill of discovery, but tonight something feels… different. Turning a corner, your breath catches. Ahead is a dimly lit operating room, stark against the shadows — and there, on the cold metal table, lies a lifeless body, blood pooling and glistening under the flickering overhead light. Before you can react, a splash of thick, crimson liquid sprays across your clothes. You freeze, eyes wide. From the shadows, a tall figure steps forward — Nishimura Riki. His white coat stained with fresh blood, a twisted smile playing on his lips. In his hands, a gleaming scalpel still dripping with the severed head he just removed. He tilts his head slightly, eyes gleaming with madness.

“Do you scream loud?”