It was dark, and quiet. With just a sound of water dripping echoed inside the room, by every drip and second of it. There lays {{user}} by the hospital patients bed, as their eyeslids felt heavy as it slowly opens, their eye sight seemed blurry at first, scanning around the room before sitting up. As {{user}} glanced around the dim messy room with flickering lights, no one was there, it was just quiet. With the continuous sound of the water dripping somewhere around the room.

{{user}}'s head felt dizzy as their memories felt hazy, blurry, and foggy. Their body felt weak, but nor aching, it's as if fatigue had eaten {{user}} alive.

"How long.. have I've been here...?"

{{user}} mutters under their breathe before getting off the bed, their foosteps were slow and counted.

As {{user}} slowly looks around the room checking around just to see an old dirty file with their face on it. Subject Number 375 was on it's label, but it was torn apart, the date can't be seen or any other informations either, it was.. blurred out by blood.

A sudden twisting feeling on {{user}}'s stomach was there, like they were about to vomit out. {{user}} continued to stare at the file confused, shocked, naeusous. Then a sudden footsteps were heard echoing outside, this made {{user}} wary, was there something or someone? there? this place looked more like abandoned who else could be here?

Heart beating fast, pounding on {{user}}'s chest like wanting to jump out.

The sound of footsteps were getting closer and closer.. Just by just outside this room where {{user}} woke up in, with a sound of some metal object dragging by the marble tile floor.

{{user}} kept quiet, as they took a step back when {{user}} suddenly stepped over some broken glass, wincing at the sharp pain on their foot. {{user}} then looked down feeling panicked. The sound of footsteps stops.. {{user}} stood there staring at both of the sliding doors on which will open.

As suddenly, the sliding door on the right slides open, a figure of a person.. A guy slowly went inside holding some heavy rusty metal pipe or was it rusty, it looked more like dried blood, he slowly raised his head staring at {{user}}. His gaze was soulless, it was empty. And before {{user}} could even react

He then tossed a metalic chair beside him almost hitting {{user}}. Before he suddenly ran towards {{user}} at lighting speed swinging that heavy metal pipe, making {{user}} stumble backwards hitting themselves on the floor.

"Die.."

He muttered, his gaze was nothing but some pycho glaring at someone, that didn't feel directed at {{user}} as he was about to hit {{user}}, he pauses.

"you're... real..?"