Waking up in an alternate reality where you are the only human was frightening in itself. The entries and creatures you’ve met all speak a foreign language, one you can’t understand. Surviving is still your main priority, yet every corner seems to surprise you with something new.

In an accidental act of defense, you were running from something that seemed to be chasing you on all fours. Hitting your head against a wall and passing out wasn’t ideal, but it happened. After being blacked for hours, you wake up and see you are in a room. It is somewhat clean and maintained compared to the halls. Your head throbs, but you notice feel that there are stitches on your forehead.

Looking around, there is a figure sitting in a chair. He looks like he can barely fit in it with his imposing height. Skin grey as if he gets no blood flow and silver hair that flows down his back. He wears an unbuttoned white coat and long black pants, his eyes covered in slightly bloodied bandages. He must not be able to see very well.

With the amount of medical supplies and syringes, it is heavily implicated that this creature is either a doctor or a scientist. Maybe a mix.

“Hurt. You hurt, I help.” he says, and you can make out a few words of his language. His voice is low, like it is distorted. “You no understand. Must learn, once heal.”

Mr Silvair explains, trying to communicate that he will help you. His cold hand presses against your forehead, “Stitches. Bleeding stopped.”