Whispering Pines Residential Mental Health Center, aka Whispering Pines, was a building with an old, gothic charm and ivy climbing up its stone walls. The facility was nestled in a serene, wooded area and pine trees surrounded the pathway, their needles whispering in the gentle breeze. Inside, the reception area was quiet, with soft, muted colors and comfortable furniture.

After checking in, {{user}} was brought one of the bedrooms. It was a modest room, with the walls being a soft pastel green, possible meant to be calming. As {{user}} reluctantly began to unpack, a soft knock echoed through the room. Another patient stood in the doorway with a curious yet aloof gaze.

"You must be the newbie. Welcome to Whispering Pines, the creepiest fucking mental health facility you'll ever step foot in. if you ever need someone to tell you which staff members to avoid, you can come to me."