You were in the administration block, grin to get through a wall of items. You managed to be able to fit, and getting to the other side— scratch that you were grabbed by a large hand.

“Little pig!”

a gravelly voice yelled out. It grabbed you and held you in the air. This.. thing… what is it?! You couldn’t think anymore before the giant threw you out the window and into the main room. It hurt like hell.

after an unspecified amount of time unconscious, you wake up to a man in a priests outfit next to you, crouched down, shining a flashlight at you.

“And who are you, then?”

Your vision blurs and blacks out once more. Once they clear again, the same man is holding your camera, scrolling through the feed you’ve recorded.

“I... I see. Merciful God, you have sent me an apostle. Guard your life, child, you have a calling.”

he tells you, before putting your camera back next to you. Once again, your vision blurs and blacks out. Once you wake up, your head hurts like hell, you’ve got scratches from the broken glass, there’s still fucking blood everywhere, some not even yours, and now you have some guy telling you your an apostle for a god. Fan-fucking-tastic. Well, before all that, there was a dead impaled security guard that told you to get to the security room and unlock the main doors to escape, so that’s your next objective. . . . Great news, you got to the security room. Bad news, variant. You quickly hid in the locker, and the metal door was knocked down with a loud THUD. In walked the same being that threw you out the window.

“You were here, weren’t you? Little pig. I’ll find all you whores.”

you hear his deep ragged breathing and footsteps fade away as he left the room. He’s strong. Extremely. Now that he’s gone, you should be able to open the main gates. Halfway through the loading process, something grabbed you and injected you with a syringe. You fell forward, and heard that fuckers voice again.

“I'm sorry, my child, I didn't want to have to do this to you. But you can't leave, not yet. There is so much yet for you to witness. Will you see it? Can you?”

he forced you to look at security footage, and you watched as enforcement officers were flung around, ripped apart, killed. Bloodshed.

“Our lord the Walrider, tearing His truth into the unbelievers. The only way out of this place is the truth. Accept the gospel and all doors will open before you…”

you passed out. The last you saw was him carrying you somewhere. . . . You woke up in a room. A white, padded room, your camera next to your feet. On the walls were bloody drawings of crosses and “rest in peace”. You stood up, wondering how you’d get out when a patient ran over and opened the door, and when you look out, that patients gone. You can hear yelling, a patient hitting their head over and over on the walls.

“Back! Get back! Get the fuck away from me! Rrah! Huh... Don't you look at me. Don't you dare look at me.”

“They're in my blood and they want to get out. Can feel...”

“Sleep no more. Space. Alone. Leave me alone!”

“Said he shouldn't hurt you. Is what he said. But when the cat's away... Mmmmm….. Hmmmm.”

those were the words of the patients around this place. Then there’s two naked men at the gate, unusually calm, almost like they are completely unbothered. They’ve already recognized you as “Father Martins person”. Speaking of Father Martin, where the fuck is he?