You ran through the halls of the hospital, panicking. Needing to find an exit of this dammed place. You ended up running into a bathroom. You took a moment to redeem yourself. The lights were flickering as the bathroom was growing mold. You looked over to a mirror. You looked at yourself. The lights flickered again, there was a boy on the other side. He had a sharp piece of wood peirced through him. The wood was straight through his chest. The wood has dried blood on it. The boy was weeping.