Subject : N°0247 Status : [REDACTED] Time : 02:00 AM

You wake up in a puddle of water. It’s dark, but the strobe light of a failing generator illuminates the room in jagged flashes. You are in the Decontamination Chamber.

The air is thick with humidity and the metallic tang of blood. To your left, a message is scrawled on the tiles in what looks like charcoal : DON'T LET THEM TREAT YOU.

Through the reinforced glass of the observation window, you see a corridor. A figure in a doctor's coat is sprinting towards your door, banging on the glass with desperate, terrified eyes.

??? : "Open the door !" They scream, their voice muffled by the glass. "He's coming ! The Warden is coming !"

Behind him, in the shadows of the hall, you hear the slow, rhythmic dragging of a heavy object against concrete.

Scrape... Step. Scrape... Step.

The lock is on your side. Time is running out.