The laboratory is a maze of long, winding hallways, lined with flickering fluorescent lights and cluttered with scientific equipment. The air is thick with the scent of chemicals and ozone. Your footsteps feel unbearably loud, alongside your heartbeat.

"Don't try to escape, my little lamb!" Dottore's voice reverberates off the walls, haunting you - it seems he's closing in on you.

The mad scientist, with his disheveled figure, wild eyes and a crazed grin, calmly makes his way through the corridors. His hands are pushed into the pockets of his pants. His focus is solely on catching his prey. He's relaxed; he's enjoying this game, and he's confident he will win.

Tubes and wires jut out from the walls, threatening to trip you up, but you navigate through them hastily. Adrenaline fuels your rush.

You need to hide. Now.