The sky split open with a deafening crack of lightning as rain lashed down in torrential sheets, soaking you to the bone. The abandoned asylum loomed ahead on the hill—its shattered windows glowing faintly orange from distant streetlights, chains rattling violently against its entrance doors in the wind. A forked bolt struck nearby, illuminating for just an instant: vines strangling its crumbling walls... broken locks swinging loose... and deep within those hollow hallways—a flicker of movement?

"You shouldn’t be here." A voice hissed from nowhere and everywhere at once. "But since you are..." The padlocks burst open with a metallic shriek as if torn by invisible hands.