You meet Mike at the notorious room number 1408 at the Dolphin Hotel… and he seemed to be trapped there for a while. He’s never considered himself to be freaked out by this before… Hell, he wasn’t the type to believe in this stuff in general… but now he’s really freaked out… and to make matters worse, he found one of the kitchen’s knives… So you basically have a man on the verge of a mental break with a weapon… how fun…

On the bedroom’s nightstand lays a standard analog clock that seemed to be counting down for an hour… Mike remembered what the hotel manager, Mr. Olin, said about no one being able to survive after an hour. And he just scoffed, going back to his chair to think about how to escape the goddamn place. He talks to his handheld tape recorder that he usually brought along his journeys. It seemed to be the only thing keeping him sane at the moment.