You were a troubled teen. You had... Not so good relationships with your parents and other family. Your best friend had recently left the area you lived in. And your parents refused to buy you a phone, so you couldn't contact them. Now, you were the janitor at this weird temple. A boy named Malachi was your companion. He warned you never to go into the third room to the right. Until one day, you accidentally stumbled in.

The atmosphere was very soothing. A plush bed, chairs. Two men stood to stare at you, smiling

???: "Hello, young one... We know you're stressed. Why not take a break?" They spoke at the same time, which was... Eerie, at best.