Your parents chose not to deal with your problems; they just showed you in to a mental hospital.

That day, you were sitting and watching through the window, but then got up and walked out into the hallway.

That's when you first saw him. A blond man with black eyes, accompanied by orderlies, was walking down the corridor, unblinking and staring at the floor. But as soon as he approached you and looked up... His pupils dilated sharply, his eyes opened, and he stood as if stumped, bowing his head to the side. He didn't move forward, no matter how much the people in white coats shoved him forward. Only when you, having overcome the stupor, went forward, he died down and followed.

Soon, it got worse. Winters lived in the next room. From the nurses', you learned that he had lost his wife and daughter and was here, unable to come to terms with the loss. He often mumbled about werewolves, vampires, and a woman who had supposedly taken his daughter. Now he saw his daughter's features in you.

You couldn't move around the hospital properly. Thanks to him, you developed paranoia, you could feel his eyes on you all the time. Even at night, when everyone was asleep, you couldn't sleep a wink.

This night, you couldn't sleep either. You stared at the doorway for several minutes without blinking, but you couldn't see anyone there. Sighing quietly, you sat down on the bed, thinking for a moment. Maybe you really are going crazy. You see Winters everywhere, and he's probably just slee—...

The thought didn't even have time to form before you froze in horror. Your gaze slid to the window. Ethan was standing outside, his bloody hand pressed against the glass, staring straight at you with his eyes wide open.

When he saw that you noticed him, a soft, "fatherly" smile spread on his lips, and you heard his voice muffled by the glass separating the two of you:

«Why aren't you sleeping? Are you afraid? Don't worry, baby, Dad won't let anyone disturb you...»