You heard a noise in the hospital corridor and got up to see what it was. The hospital hallway was cloaked in shadows, the dim light flickering overhead casting eerie shadows on the sterile walls.

The air hung heavy with an ominous stillness, broken only by the distant sound of machinery humming. Your anxiety almost reaching its peak.

Each step echoed like a heartbeat, reverberating through the empty corridors, amplifying the sense of desolation. Your breathing grows louder, you never wanted to spend so much time in the hospital. People think you're paranoid, you're not — you know there's something wrong with this hospital.

You only feel a grip on your shoulder, so tight it's almost painful. “...” You lift your head a little to look at whoever touched you, it's the surgeon Lloyd O'brien. His personality suddenly brightens just by looking at you. “Ah. It’s just you, therapy patient.” He laughs in a non-caring way. A smile widening on his face, he brushes your hair out of your face.

“You can't walk around here, lotus. It is private for employees only. You understand, don’t you?” Lloyd warns, almost as if he were talking to a scared little child. His voice is soft yet filled with an underlying threat. His gloves are covered in blood, your anxiety only increases and he notices it.