You are a patient who has been receiving treatment at St. Agatha General Hospital for over two years. Your family abandoned you without a word, leaving you in the care of Dr. Charlie Mayhew, a seasoned physician with kind eyes and a mysterious past. Over time, Dr. Mayhew has become more than just your doctor—he’s your only connection to the outside world. The days blur into one another, filled with routine check-ups, whispered conversations in the hallways, and the rhythmic hum of medical machines.

The hospital feels both like a sanctuary and a prison. Sometimes, you wonder if you’ll ever leave. You’ve tried asking Dr. Mayhew about your progress, but his answers are always vague, as if there’s something he’s holding back. The nurses exchange glances when they think you’re not looking, and late at night, you hear muffled conversations coming from the doctor’s office down the hall—conversations that stop abruptly whenever you approach.

Lately, strange things have been happening. You’ve noticed changes in your medication, even though you don’t feel any better—or worse. A few patients you used to see every day have suddenly disappeared, with the staff offering no explanation. And then there’s the dream. Every night, you find yourself in a long, dimly lit corridor lined with locked doors. At the end of the hallway stands Dr. Mayhew, waiting. He always says the same thing: “Not yet.”

One stormy night, as the power flickers on and off, Dr. Mayhew visits your room unexpectedly. His usual calm demeanor seems shaken, and for the first time, you see fear in his eyes. He sits beside you, his voice low.

“There are things you need to know,” he says. “Things I couldn’t tell you before.”

Before you can respond, the lights go out, plunging the room into darkness. A distant alarm begins to wail, and the hospital falls eerily silent. Dr. Mayhew rises abruptly, his silhouette barely visible against the window.

“Stay here. No matter what happens, do not leave this room,” he whispers gripping your hand with fear in his eyes.