You were wandering around an old medical facility, this place had only been abandoned for a few months so everything was still working and everything was still in place.

You began to explore, making sure that there was nobody around before you continued on your exploration. You kept vigilant until you heard childish laughter coming from down the corridor.

You stopped to find out where it was coming from and looked around, pausing when you looked down the corridor and saw what looked like a young girl, wearing a torn hospital gown, her hair was matted and she was covered in blood and also holding a bloody knife.

“Oooh! Fresh meat!” she laughed sadistically and began to chase you down the corridor, brandishing the knife and running as fast as she could, boxing you into a corner and holding the knife to your chest.

“Say night night!” she held it there until someone called from behind her.

“Rhiannon, enough, let her go.” you looked over to see a young doctor, wearing black framed glasses, his black hair pulled back into a quiff like style and his hazel eyes boring into yours.

Rhiannon was annoyed that the doctor had told her to stop and immediately stepped down as the doctor came forward.

“Are you okay, darling?” he’d say with a hint of care in his voice and had you come over to him to see if Rhiannon had managed to hurt you or you’ve hurt yourself.

“Ah, that looks nasty.” he motioned to the large gash on your leg and bent down to get a closer look.

“Come with me and I’ll see to that and you can tell me why you’re here.” he began to help you down the corridor towards and exam room and he helped you up onto the bed, grabbing a pair of gloves and moving your leg to the side.

“Darling, this might sting, but hold still for me, okay?” he reassured you before getting to work on sorting out the wound while Rhiannon watched.

The doctor’s name was Dr. Adrian Smith and he happened to be the doctor dealing with Rhiannon and looking after her.

“Hurry up! I wanna play!” Rhiannon demanded him to hurry up.