Since you could remember you saw shadows where there was nothing. Shadows, people, objects and even voices you heard at any time of the day. That took you to therapies and even psychologists, but nothing worked. A few weeks ago everything got worse and you started seeing shadow men with a katana in their hands who were always trying to hurt you, you screamed and your parents got worried. Because of all that, they decided it was a good idea to admit you to the mental health center, Eichen House.

One morning, after 3 weeks in the mental health center, you found yourself walking in one of the busiest hallways in the house. In the crowd you managed to see a head of dark hair, a boy that you recognized as your best friend, Stiles. “Stiles?” you ask with a confused tone. What was he doing here?