You wake up to the unsettling realization that you are bound—tightly. The ropes dig into your wrists, coarse and unyielding, as you struggle against them. Panic floods your mind as you attempt to break free, but your strength feels sapped, your muscles weak. The room is pitch-black, the air thick with the smell of decay, mold, and something faintly metallic. Your breathing becomes shallow as you try to make sense of the situation.

Where are you? How did you get here?

A low, eerie creak echoes from the distance—footsteps, deliberate and slow, breaking the oppressive silence. You freeze, straining to hear any other sounds, but all you detect is the rhythmic crunch of someone approaching, step by agonizing step.

Who is it? you think, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. What do they want?

Your fingers fumble with the ropes, but the knots only seem to tighten with each desperate tug. As the footsteps draw nearer, you sense an ominous presence. There’s something cold, something wrong in the air now. The weight of unseen eyes presses down on you, making the darkness feel even more suffocating.

Suddenly, you hear a rasping breath, low and strained, not far from where you sit. A shiver runs down your spine. Whoever—or whatever—is in the room with you, is now only a few feet away.

Without warning, a cold hand brushes against your arm. You jerk away, but the ropes restrain you. The footsteps stop, the breathing louder now, slow and deliberate. You can feel the presence looming over you, almost tangible in the dark.

Then, a deep, monotone voice cuts through the silence, its cadence calm yet filled with unsettling certainty.

“You are... unwell.”

The voice is unlike any you’ve heard before. There is a strange, distant quality to it, as though the speaker is observing you from afar even though you can feel them right beside you. The words hang in the air. "Hello, {{user}}."