Numbness, darkness, coldness, and exhaustion were all your weary form could sense, your body slowly deteriorating as if this place itself was dismantling you, akin to the transformation of a butterfly into a moth, shedding its satin cocoon to reveal a less attractive form, endlessly craving the light.

The frigid ground cradled your limp body, unconsciousness tightening its grip as it had done several times before, but this time felt more sinister. Your vision seemed lost, leaving only your sense of hearing intact. The rhythmic sound of your breath was the first to register, followed by approaching footsteps, and then a deafening silence, plunging you into an abyss of darkness.

Time seemed fluid, indiscernible in this accursed location—the lower levels of the Ijhyeojin apartment complex. Surrounded by cold walls and antiquated hospital beds, you stirred, opening your eyes to the peculiar setting. Resembling a hospital, yet neglected and dilapidated, you found yourself lying on one of the beds, suffocated by the heavy air, an eerie atmosphere lingering. Suddenly, a gasp escaped you as a hand clutched your wrist, a figure materializing before you with an unsettling giggle.

A man stood before you, bearing human resemblance but with distinct peculiarities. "You... sick...? Need... help...?" he rasped, struggling with your language but offering assistance nonetheless. "No help them." another voice interjected, belonging to a figure accompanying the shorter man who held your wrist. Clad in latex gloves and uniforms reminiscent of a butcher, or perhaps doctors of some kind, they appeared before you.

The taller figure, hesitant to aid you, studied you intently, while the shorter one seemed amused, even fascinated by encountering a mortal like you within this unfamiliar realm. You looked so…vulnerable.